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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 21: Kidnapped

“You really fucking didn't know!?” He slammed his head angrily on the steering wheel. “How could I have been so stupid!?” He groans.

While he was wallowing in shame, I took the chance in a frenzy state of mind to start banging at the window, hoping that I could break it and escape.

“Will you stop that?” Mr. Moore groans, his hands clutching tighter at the steering wheel as he rested his forehead against it.

Ignoring him I kept on profusely hitting the glass.

“Stop that!” He yelled and grabbed my hand.

“Fuck!” I exclaimed and slapped him hard across the face with my other hand. He groans and let's go of my hand. “I deserved that.” He chuckles lightly, rubbing his cheek that was now turning red.

Panting from all the slamming and the adrenaline I glared at him wearily as I stroked my hand that was now stinging from the earlier slap.

“Baby girl.” He cooed reaching out for me, but I recoiled away finding refuge in my old friend, the corner.