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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 · Thiếu niên
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Chapter 8: We Can't

“Wait, no, I should apologize to you.” He corrected himself.

What is this guy on now?

He brushed a hair lock of mine behind my ear. “I thought that our April was oblivious like a goldfish, but she has showed us today that she's really like a cat.”

Did he just call me dumb in animal terms? Tired of his gibberish I tried to push him away so that I could have some space, but this guy wouldn't flinch! It's like I was pushing a wall. “What are you going on about?” I said frustrated still pushing at his chest.

He grabbed both of my hands again and this time he pulled me towards him. With my head strained back my eyes met with his sunglasses again.

“You lied to me.” He sneered. “And I am mad about it.”

I gulped. He figured out that I had lied to him about hurting myself. “What are you talking about?” I asked trying to act oblivious of what he was saying.

He tutted with his fingers. “Don't act stupid with me baby girl. You lied to me about hurting yourself, remember?”