Aurora's POV
"This can't keep happening to me," I whisper to myself, dropping the box right on the floor.
The emotions that start to spill in my chest are things that I don't think I understand anymore. Anger, embarrassment, anxiety, and fear. Who is this man and what does he want from me? How the hell does he manage to keep sending me things without me detecting him?
It's all just so frustrating now. My mind gets clouded with all of it in one go, and I find myself just kicking the box until it tumbles down the stairs.
I'm about to turn around and just forget about it, but then I notice that it opened completely, spilling its contents. Inside it is another set of lingerie, this time leathery black, the kind that dominant women wear.
My face heats up. I don't want anyone thinking that
