Isabella's POV.
My date with Esam had been ruined, well maybe by my standards, but to him, he thought he had a chance.
Esam followed me down the staircase hurriedly, he looked calm but I was running out of breath.
“Esam could you please let me go and stop following me?”
I managed to say as I was losing my breath, goodness, this man was fast.
“Isabella, I'm sorry if I said something stupid. I didn't mean to. I was merely stating that I wanted to be around you.”
Esam might have been a handsome man but he sure was dumber than a rock.
For a man who I imagined had met so many women, the least I expected from him was not to sound like I was his possession.
He grabbed my wrist just before I crossed the last step down.
He pulled back, a slight resistance on my part as I turned with fury
