Carolina's POV:
When I saw that the man was not going to stop chasing me with his car, I stopped and watched him, alert and ready to scream if he attempted to kidnap me.
The man parked his car and got out, strolling over to meet me. There were other passersby on the road, which was a relief as I peered at the tall, dark-skinned man's face.
"What do you want? Why are you following me?" I asked, seeing him smiling as he strolled over. He was driving a black Ferrari, and I wondered what his job was.
"I am sorry for chasing after you like that, but honestly, this isn't the first time I've seen you," he said, his voice calm, his lips curling into a warm smile.
"I remember you now. I saw you at the club last night, too. No wonder you seemed so familiar," he said, while I wrapped my arms aro
