CHERYL POV
My brows pinched. "Damien?"
What the hell was he doing here?... How did he know I was here?
These were the questions that sprung to my mind as I stood watching him. He turned and fixed his predator-like stare on me, staring at me in a way that set my already calm pulse racing.
I walked on until I was standing right in front of him. "What are you doing here?" I inquired tightly, trying as much as I can to pose the question as nonchalantly as possible.
Wait...
My forehead scrunched up. "Are you f*****g stalking me?" I blurted out.
The corner of his mouth pulled down as one of his brows went up. "Excuse you?"
I stared at him, taking in his form. He was clad in a perfectly tailored suit that effortlessly molded to his body, the roughly sculpted planes and a
