Sarah's POV
Who the hell does this guy think he is, showing up at my doorstep, knocking like a maniac, demanding to see me—despite me making it very clear that I don’t want to?
It has not even been a full twenty-four hours since our disastrous phone call, yet here he is.
Since the only plan I had to stop him from blackmailing me with my secrets was not possible, I decided the best thing to do was stay away from him.
Sure, it was a risk, knowing what he could do with them, but I was willing to bet he was only using it as leverage—to manipulate me into doing his bidding. If he actually intended to go to the police or whatever, he would have done it by now, especially with how many times I’ve refused him. I just hope I’m right.
However, my neighbour made me rethink my decision when she s
