Chapter Thirteen: Guilty as Charged

I was so grateful I wasn’t in my stalker's shoes at the moment. If looks could kill, scratch that if looks could obliterate into nothingness, the man in the leather jacket would have been pulverised by now.

I tried to focus on that more than the insults about me not putting effort into the way I look and lacking confidence. I mean it was kinda true but right now I wanted to see just how angry Mr Emerson the walking stone could be.

“I mean no harm mate,” the man spoke almost hurriedly, his voice a sort of gravelly tone like he had chain-smoked a hundred cigarettes before trying to grab me off the street and do God knows what with me.

“Mate? I am far from your mate, and I would advise you to leave before Security has to get involved.”

“Security isn’t going to scare me man,” he sort of puffed his chest out, trying to be all masculine but the little machoness he had summoned was destroyed by a single scalding look from my boss, and his blistering declaration, “Oh the security would have t