Stalker

I can't tell how I got to his office. I took four of the small framed pictures with me and had one of his guards drive me there. My tears threatened to blind me, but I sniffed, to keep them at bay. I won't let him see my tears. A scheming bastard like him is not worthy of that.

I got down from the car and headed into his building. The security man greeted me with a smile, which I didn't reciprocate as I hastened towards the elevator. None of the workers stopped me because they have seen me countless times this week.

Hell, one newspaper company published my pictures three days ago, letting the public know who Miguel's hidden wife is. If only they knew how much of a stalker their most handsome man is.

I got to his floor and exited. His secretary wasn't out in the corridor, which will either mean she was in her office or out on an errand.

I opened the door of his office and entered without knowing.

“Jewel?” He asked, surprised to see me. He was working on something on his laptop, lo