Trigger warning: Perversion, Self-pleasure and stalking
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Sam's POV

Dear Samantha Levine,
You had the most elegant appearance last week in that stunning lilac dress. Your contours were highlighted by the satin dress, which caused me to slowly slid my hand down my trousers and stroke my fat cock as I observed your small frame glide around the dance floor. I was hurt and enraged that you did not invite me to the dance and instead went with Wolf Drewitt. Why would you choose someone who clearly shows no emotion toward you above me? Samantha, I can give you the world; buy you a house, pay for your student loan, buy you everything you've ever desired and give you the love you deserve. I keep having fantasies of removing each individual hair from your nipples and sucking those breasts like the baby boy I am. Would you ever consider breastfeeding me? Of course, while I'm giving you more pleasure by cumming inside of you. Join me, let us live those fantasies out!
Love,
Your husband

"Another letter?" a voice whispered through the room.

My body instinctively understood to throw up rather than even try to look up. "Sam!"

Wolf carefully approached me and snatched the letter from my hands. He walked me over to the restroom and said, "Sam, I've had enough of this!"

"It won't stop! Th- the letters are just ge- getting worse," I cried as I tried letting the words out.

"I'll personally handle this with them. We've sent the other letters a week ago now and we haven't heard anything! I'm over this bullshit, and I don't want to see you acting like this ever again!" he shouted as he kept my hair up while I rinsed my mouth.

Wolf's POV

My anger was boiling over as I approached the SIS building. My vision was blurred as I kept my stride toward Tod's office. I didn't listen to anyone who tried to stop me and soon enough I pushed open his office door.

"Wolf? We didn't have an appointment," Tod shrieked as he looked quite embarrassed with his secretary next to him.

"Get out," I angrily said as I made way for her to exit.

She quickly took her blazer and adjusted her glasses. "What are you doing here?" Tod asked annoyingly as he took a seat at his desk.

"I want those letters back that we gave you," I sternly said as I crossed my arms, refusing to sit down.

"They're the property of the SIS, I can't authorise you to take them back," he said casually.

My eyes squinted for a moment in bitterness and then finally released the tension. "Listen, Tod. If I remember correctly, you still owe our family a favour," I whispered as I leaned over his desk.

"That was years ago," he quickly said as his chest tensed up.

"A Drewitt never forgets," I whispered with an evil tone into his ear.

I carefully arranged the letters in my leather satchel before leaving the premises. I drove back to the university and contemplated what I should do next. Given that he would be around wherever Sam was, catching this guy shouldn't have been difficult.

As I sat in my dorm room I started my investigation. I read through the first five letters which seemed innocently enough. I could understand why she thought this might have been a prank. That is until I stumbled across the sixth letter.

My dearest wife,

I've been observing you from afar and I hope you don't find it strange. I've been intoxicated by your beauty and your way of living too. I might be a bit on the older side, but I can give you whatever you want. Pay your tuition, buy you luxury clothing and anything else you'd desire. After studying, my company will have the perfect position for you.

Love,
Your husband

I learned from reading the first letter that this man is most likely in his 40s or 50s. He mentioned that he's a business owner where his company might be involved in finances since he would be able to offer Sam a job. There are still no conclusive answers as to who this individual is though.

I turned the letter around and placed it onto the pile of letters I'd already read when I noticed some smudged ink on the back of the letter. I picked the letter back up to investigate it, but I couldn't make much out. It was blue ink and what seemed to have been half of a stamp. My brows knitted together as I tried to make out anything useful, but I couldn't come to any conclusion. I placed the letter to the side and rubbed the temples of my head in frustration.

A knock on my door shook me up. I quickly placed all the letters in my drawer and walked over to my door. Bryan was standing there with two beers in his hands and a weak smile. "Want to crack a beer with me?" he asked in a tired tone of voice.

I took the beer out of his hand and invited him inside. "You look tired," I mentioned as I took a seat on my bed.

"It's been a long week," he sighed while letting out a chuckle.

You're telling me.

"What's going on?" I asked as I took a sip of the beer.

"Family drama," he said as he rolled his eyes. "There's a possibility that my parents won't be able to pay for my tuition anymore since I don't have a football scholarship anymore."

"Shit man," I exhaled. "What are you planning on doing now?" I asked with a worried look on my face.

"I will probably have to drop out. I don't want to put financial stress on my parents," he said as he tried to cover up his disappointment.

"You're not dropping out," I sternly said. "I won't let you."

"Easy for you to say," he huffed. "I have no money. Nothing in my savings. My only option is to drop out and move back to America."

"That's not your only option," I said as I tilted my head to the side. "Let me help you pay for your tuition."

"Are you insane?" he laughed. "You're not going to pay for my tuition. This is my problem, not yours."

"Why not?" I asked calmly. "It's a good investment and you'll be able to stay in Bristol without putting any financial stress on your parents," I explained.

"You're not actually serious, right?" he asked in disbelief.

"I'm a serious person and I'm not taking no for an answer," I said with a slight smile forming on my face.