Chased Out

Vanessa stood by the door, not knowing what to say.

"What the hell was Riccardo doing in front of her door?"

No. That's not supposed to be the question. She mentally faced palmed herself.

"How did he know my house?"

Vanessa's grip tightened around her doorknob. She was happy that Emily wasn't around and that her kids were asleep.

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her emotions. Why was Riccardo always popping up in front of her? She's trying her best to stay away from him, yet he just keeps showing up.

"What are you doing here?" She managed to ask as she steadied her voice. He was about to reply, but she waved her hands in front of his face, willing him to stop.

"How did you know where I live?" She asked, now standing akimbo. Her eyes are not leaving his.

"I came to see you." He replied, his gaze fixed on Vanessa. He was wearing a white shirt and black pants. Not cooperate, just simple. It fit his stunning Raven Black hair, which was gelled backwards.

"How did you know where I