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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?

The Gost Writer · Thanh xuân
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Chapter 18: A Light Bulb Plan

“Me?” My breathing was hampered, my eyelashes fluttered profusely, and my heartbeat was uncontrollable as I was in shock by this man's confession. “You mean you want to have sex?” I asked a little bit unsure by what he meant with wanting me.

It would make sense if he just wanted to have something physical with me and seeing how there's a sofa bed in his office there is a high chance that he had been doing this with a lot of women.

I felt a pang in my heart at the possible that I may be one of the many women with whom he had fun with.

‘Why do I keep feeling like this?'

He growls lowly and dipped his head into my neck inhaling and exhaling deeply, smelling me. “You smell so divine.” He groans and started to assault my neck living a trail of butterfly kisses from my neck to my shoulder, sucking at the same time.

I whimpered. “Mr. Moore…”