CHAPTER FOUR
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AYANA’s POV.
The nerve of that guy! The audacity of him to actually hold onto me and pull me to himself, the way he gripped my waist and stared into my eyes. I wavered for a moment when I was in his arms and it was stupid of me. I shouldn’t have done that, I shouldn’t have let him see that tiny part of me. That asshole! I want to hold him by the neck and sniff the air out of his lungs.
“Baby?” Jack’s voice jolts me out of my train of thought and I gently turn my head to him, he has a soft smile on his face and I find myself smiling back at him.
“Are you okay?”
“Hmm” I nod, “but I can’t help but think about that man, he looks really dangerous”
He gently clasps his hand over me, squeezing my knuckles lightly, “I will arrange for some guards for you okay? I won’t let anyone hurt you. Don’t worry about that”
“That won’t be necessary. He won’t be able to harm me”
I turn my attention to the road ahead as the thoughts of him fill my mind again. There is just something about his eyes that makes something stir inside of me. I am not sure the kind of emotion it is but I know it is not to be taken lightly. I know it is something , something like hate and anger or something along the line.
“I am going to meet with your parents” Jack’s voice cut into my reverie again, “this time I won’t give your father the chance to break us apart again. Three years is more than enough time already”
“How about we leave it till after I am done filming” I know where he stands with my father and I need to plan it meticulously before execution. I won’t let father break us apart again no matter what.
“Is that what you want?”
“Hmm” I nod.
“Fine then!”
Jack always knows how to make me feel better, he doesn’t make me feel like I am a burden to him. Even when I broke off our engagement, he is the one who came back three years later and he even told me how he had been keeping an eye on me. To me, this is the ultimate love language.
We don’t say anything again until he brings his car to a stop in front of the cottage gate and I let myself out. It looks beautiful from outside and I am sure I am going to love every single part of it during my stay here.
“Your room is upstairs” Jack says as he pushes open the door, “just like your room. I tried to make it look like your room back at home”
“Are we going to stay in different rooms?” I raise an eyebrow at him, a sly smirk playing at the base of my lips, “I thought you would be eager to get me in your bed”
“Best believe that baby” Jack says, “but I don’t want to overwhelm you with anything. I want you to be comfortable here. We have our lifetime together” he slowly pulls me into his embrace and I bury my head in the crook of his neck. I am a bit taller than him but that doesn’t matter, no one cares about that anyways.
“Let’s take this slow, okay?”
“Okay baby”
After a kiss, he leads me upstairs and asks me to take a shower before coming down for dinner. After that, he leaves and closes the door behind him. As soon as the door closes, my mind unconsciously drifts to the man from earlier. I don't even know his name but somehow he has managed to implant himself in my memory. His voice, his eyes, his build. Every f*****g thing. I hate the fact that I can remember every little detail about him when he is nothing but rude and condescending. How can someone so handsome be so rude and so foul mouthed? I hate him, every single thing about him.
With this as my driving force, I pull out my phone from my jeans pocket and dial my assistant’s number which she answers almost immediately.
“Ma’am”
“Are you at the hotel yet?”
“Yes” she answers, “I am getting your things ready”
“I want you to find out everything you can about that man”
“What man?” She sounds a bit confused and I roll my eyes to the back of my head.
“The man from earlier Teresa, the one who was speaking like we were both acquainted”
“Oh, you mean Mr Philips?”
A questionable look forms on my face as I lower myself on the bed, “you know him?”
“Who doesn’t know him?” She scoffs, “he is the young heir to the Avanti conglomerate. One of the triplets”
“Really?”
I have heard a lot about them, the number one clothing brands in America and even countries around. The London fashion week a few months ago is still a hot topic only because of that brand. I didn’t expect their son to be an asshole like this one. I had expected their son to be respectful and polite not that Jerk I saw earlier. Well, I guess I can judge a book by its cover.
“Fine, you don’t need to find out anything again. Just get my things here”
“Sure ma’am”
After ending the call, I fling the phone on the bed and make my way into the shower. All I need is to take a shower and take some rest right now, I am so f*****g tired.
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After about thirty minutes, I am out of the shower but then I see my phone blinking with an incoming message. My heart skips a beat when I see the content of the message.
“Do you wanna play? I ask again”
This person has never sent me a message in the day time before and this is unlike the person. He or she always tells me I belong to them but last night the person asked if I wanted to play. I have never had an issue with this person sending me a message before but somehow It sounds creepy now. Who the hell is this person and how did he or she get my number? Is he like a stalker or what? The more I think about it, the more I continue to wonder. Have I been letting my stalker get access to me? Fear grips me, adrenaline pulses through my veins.
My phone starts to beep and I let out a little gasp. It is an unknown number. Who is calling me? Not a lot of people have my personal number.
Swallowing hard, I click on the receive button before pressing the phone against my ear.
“Hello” my voice comes out in a whisper, “who is this?”
Silence!
“Hello!”
Another silence but I know that person can hear me, I can hear his heavy breathing.
“If you are not going to say anything, you should get the hell out of my phone”
“That’s not very ladylike, purple” his deep baritone voice rings out and I find myself biting down on my lower lip. What the hell!
“Who are you?” I ask again, “how did you get my number?”
“That’s not important, purple” he says again, “but I am sure you know who I am. I have been keeping you company for three years now but the moment your lover shows up, you just cast me away”
“What are you talking about?”
“Jack” he calls out, “you want to be with him?”
Fear settles in the pitch of my stomach. I was right, he is a f*****g stalker. My fear hightens. Why the heck is he stalking me? What the hell does he want from me?
“Are you stalking me?”
He chuckles lightly, his voice sending a ripple through my entire body and I feel my body heating up. This man clearly knows what he is doing.
“Stalking is too big a word, purple” his voice rings out, “it is more like looking out for you, you know that right?”
“Who the heck are you and what do you want with me?” My voice almost hit the roof, “you…
“Baby?” Jack’s voice cuts through our conversation and my heart almost jumps into my mouth, “are you okay? You have been in for a while now, dinner is ready”
“I will be out in a jiffy baby” I call out to him, “let me get dressed”
“Okay, I’m waiting for you” After I hear his receding footsteps, I put the phone back against my ear, his steady breath greeting me.
“Your lover.. he really cares” his voice rings out again, this time he sounds a bit upset. Is he jealous or I am the one overthinking it?
“That’s your cue to back off” I snap at him, “stay away from me and stop bothering me”
“That’s not possible, purple. I have been obsessed with you for three years now. I will send you an address, meet me when you are not filming”
Before I can even respond, the line goes dead. He f*****g knows I am filming? Just who the heck is this man? Why the heck is he stalking me.. my fear increases, maybe i should tell jack. He will surely have something to do about this. I took this lightly in the past, not now. Not when that man seems like he knows a lot about me. Getting dressed quickly in the shirt that Jack had prepared for me, I hurry out of the room.
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