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This Stalker Won't Leave Me Alone!

No matter how far I ran, no matter where I hide, he's always one step ahead leaving me enthralled by his schemes. I never thought in my life that my ordinary life could be flipped upside down. That was until I received a message. A message from an annoying, flirtatious, ingenious guy who's obsessed with me. He's my deranged stalker, And he won't leave me alone until he got me in his grasps. After escaping her abusive family, April Westwood was able to have a decent life in the famous city, New York. Together with her best friend Cherry Baker they work at a big corporation. April's life was about to get back on trail until one day she woke with a strange phone message. The message was from Private Number, her stalker, who claims to love her. April tried to block him, but quickly realizes that that wasn't a smart move. Her deranged stalker had killed three innocent people from her work as punishment for her behavior. April learns that to keep the people that she loves safe from harm that she shouldn't anger her stalker, but that doesn't mean that she wouldn't try to come with antics to get away from him. On her way to the convenience shop she meets Mark Moore, the stand-in CEO of her corporation. The man's beauty is equal to a mythical God and April can't take her eyes off him. At the same time, she can't help but get a foreboding feeling every time her eyes locks with his. Why is that?

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Chapter 14: Date!?

I really started to feel some type of appreciation for Jack seeing how he was able to keep his word of bringing me home and to not abducting me. He even made me breakfast what I am the most grateful about, because I really didn't have anything to eat.

But then he says stuff like that. Stuff that keeps bringing me back to reality. The reality that he is someone dangerous and that someone dangerous is fixated on me.

“No.” I said out flatly still chewing down this amazing sandwich letting out a small moan of approval while I was at it.

Private Number: “Stop moaning like that, baby.”

I only cocked my eyebrow in response not understanding why I can't enjoy my food in the way that I liked. In my next bite the sauces that created the right cocktail made my taste buds go nuts.

“Oh my god!” I let out another moan while cupping my cheek in delight.

Private Number: “Baby, u really have to stop that unless u want to wake up little me.”