Chapter Five

Andrew

“Fuck, this girl is unbelievable.” I clap my hands in the air, leaning back in the chair. Nathan’s laughter fills the air as Natasha taunts me. It was his mischievous plan to attach the microphone to the button of that man’s jacket.

Unfortunately, my idea of sending another person to stalk her didn’t work out. Now, it becomes clear to me that she no longer cares about her stalker.

I need to come up with a different and intriguing approach to shake her up. I have to think outside the box and devise a plan that will capture her attention and make her truly feel the weight of fear.

Her physical strength is greater than that of an average man. Watching her in action, I couldn’t help but admire her strength and speed. I can feel that my future partner has an unimaginable strength that would complement and inspire me.

"Bravo," I exclaim, clapping again, unable to contain my admiration. I couldn’t help but praise her incredible abilities. She truly is amazing in every way.

“I said earlier that she would never care about her stalker,” Nathan interjects.

“What do you mean? Am I not giving my best?” I growl. He lowers his eyes, making me regret my behavior. “My idea wasn’t that bad. Not every stalker does this, placing roses, stalking them around, trying to scare them.” I add, lowering my voice. I’m more gentle to him than anyone else.

“Sir, your idea wasn’t bad, but the flower idea was useless, and the way you sent someone else to stalk her was more stupid. She knows how her stalker looks by appearance,” he says, stacking his hands and creating a disgusted face.

“She’s a thriller writer and reader; she knows what every stalker does,” he fills in. He is not completely wrong. The attitude she has is difficult to handle.

“You should try something else to scare her more, sir,” he suggests.

“Hand me my laptop.” A smirk appears on my lips. I have a better plan to scare her. This shit might work out, and so she’ll start caring about her stalker.

I have had my eyes on her since I saw her outside of the studio. I have her recording the way she was kicking my car, and I also have the pictures of those stretches, and last but not least, her apartment is under my control.

The CCTV cameras I install in her apartment are the strongest weapon I can use to scare her. I have a better plan to regret her life mistakes and decisions more.

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My attention is caught by the mini flower shop. It is molded by aesthetic decoration and pastel colors with beautiful flowers. Every time I sent her flowers, she threw them in the dustbin and scattered them into pieces.

I don’t know what she likes. Her taste in the flowers and other things is just mysterious to me.

I load my steps to the flower shop, noticing the girl sitting inside the cafe. “Is that Natasha?” I mutter. A girl sitting inside, wearing the same type of clothes she wears. Her hair is as short as Natasha's. If she is her, then she would notice me.

I hide behind the flower shop. The girl turns aside, feeling the vibe of people around her.

“Damn it,” I smack my legs. It’s not her. That almost scared me. I’m not afraid of her, but I don’t want her to recognize me until I succeed in my plan. I think she might not have noticed me in the ad yet. And even if she does, it would be better for me.

It was only for two seconds anyway.

My phone rings, showing the incoming call from Nathan. I twist my lips before answering the call.

“What now?” I ask, full of frustration. Rather than focusing on Natasha, and my work, I always focus on him.

“Sir, here is a problem,” his voice shows a little hint of fear.

“What’s wrong?” I ask dryly, nodding my head.

“Sir, something's wrong here—”

“Stop beating around the bush, Nathan,” I say irritably.

“Mr. Ethan Wilder is here; he wants to see you,” he responds. What is he doing in my office? I decline the call, put my back phone in my pocket, and rotate the car to the studio building.

I don’t hate Ethan for stealing the girl I was dating at a young age, but he betrayed me. We were best friends from college, but he ended our friendship just for a girl. I fucking hate him.

He knows my every step very well. He accepted the deal easily. At the shooting place, the way he was talking to her, I’m sure something is going on inside his mind, something else—suspicious.

I halt the brakes, pressing them hard after seeing his car in the parking area. I can’t forget his sports car, filled with black color and unique design. Without looking at the reception, I enter inside.

I roll my eyes, watching him sitting and touching my belongings. “It’s been a while, my dear friend,” I gesture with my hands in the air, welcoming him with all of my heart. He put the pen back, tugging its pen holder, slightly tilting his head at me.

“You still remember me, huh?” His voice is still soft and sweet. His dark black eyes are still the same as they were.

“I do, my dear friend,” I remark, sitting on my chair, leaning back to find some comfort. Even if he is not my friend and doesn’t belong to me, well, still I have to be nice to him.

“My dear friend? Don’t you think you are forgetting something?” He smirk, reminding me that we aren’t friends anymore. He never called me by that time, never tried to reach me, so why is he here?

“Well, Natasha is very friendly,” he pops her name unexpectedly. My shoulders tense as he said her name. On the shooting day, he was getting much closer to her. The way she was talking with him, she may be one of his fans.

Ethan is popular as a Californiai actor. Besides having a lot of fans, he’s also a singer.

“What do you want, Ethan? Be more clear,” I say in a dry tone. I don’t know what he is about, yet I can’t take any risk for her.

“Nothing, man, I’m here just to see you,” he responds.

“After so many years,” I taunt him, smiling through my eyes. “Directly stepping into my personal life. You don’t have to do this,” I add, making a poker face.

I’m just sure of one thing, he had no intentions to play a role in this entertainment, but I didn’t know who the fuck told him about the proposal and Natasha.

“Don’t be so cheesy for her, Andrew; she’s eight years younger than you,” he exclaims, reminding me of my age difference from her.

“You must stay away from her,” I warn him. I can’t shake the thoughts he has inside his devilish mind.

“And what if I don’t?” He reply back, sounding like a challenge and maintaining eye contact.

“You’ll have to pay for it.” I will sue him if he thinks about touching her or trying to get any closer to her.

“Three months. Only three months are enough to make her fall for me," I challenge him.

He stands up from the chair. “Fine, let’s see who wins,” he says, spreading his eyes to scare me. He leaves, laughing at me as he feels pity for me.

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