The billionaire's ledger

Chapter 2: The Stalker in the Gym

The next morning I was at my second job scrubbing floors at a fancy gym downtown. I looked like a total mess. My hair was in a greasy bun and I was wearing an old shirt with bleach stains on it. I was just trying to finish the locker rooms so I could get home to Mia.

I was mopping the hallway when a pair of expensive sneakers blocked my way. I looked up and almost dropped my mop. It was Silas.

He wasn't wearing a suit today. He was in workout gear that showed off his crazy muscles and tattoos. He was just standing there watching me mop like I was the most interesting thing he'd ever seen. His eyes dropped to the plastic name tag pinned to my shirt.

"Elena," he said, tasting the name like it was an expensive wine.

"You're following me," I snapped. I was so annoyed. First he humiliates me at the club and now he’s here? I shifted my weight, trying to hide my name tag, but he was already staring at it with this intense look.

Silas was low-key losing his mind. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him in designer heels, not a girl with a mop who looked like she wanted to punch him. He couldn't stop thinking about her. He wanted her so bad it was making him act like a freak. He sat in his car for twenty minutes just to make sure she showed up for her shift. He was obsessed with the way she didn't care about his money. He just wanted to grab her and see if she’d melt or fight him.

"Move your feet, Vane," I muttered.

"Make me, Elena," he whispered, stepping even closer until I could feel the heat off his skin.