Chapter 9: Are You A Stalker?

Livia Washington's Point of View

We remained standing across from each other for a couple minutes. I goggle at his perfect face, his prominent jaw, and his vicious eyes toward me.

He looks perfect when we’re this close; however, the door creaked as a girl was about to come in, but when he saw our current position, she backed down. My small, round eyes widened. I realized I was overstaring at him and managed to push him back a few inches away from me.

"The hell…" I spat out, taking a two-step backward.

The lady earlier seemed shocked; I think she thought we were doing something unusual. Not when I began to wish that the ground should eat me due to what just occurred.

But then, upon reminiscing clearly the girl’s face earlier, I discerned she's familiar. I think I’ve seen her before, yet I can’t remember where or when. Nevertheless, I removed her existence from my mind.

"Why are you cornering me?" I enunciated, a bit annoyed.

His eyebrows arched, he fixed his three-piece suit, an