The way he called or should I say the way he drawled my name felt like I had heard this person speak before, but I couldn't place my fingertips on where I had heard this voice."Mine." His voice was venomous and a lump settled in my throat. It was him, my stalker.He got to his feet, dusted his jacket and walked away, leaving me in ultimate fear. Sweat raced in rivulets down my back as I froze on my seat. What the hell did he want from me?I took in deep breaths, trying to keep my composure so as not to bring attention to me. It was a shame I didn't get a glimpse of his face."Babe?" A firm and cold hand gripped my shoulder gently and I jerked, heart almost breaking into pieces from fear."Damn!" I held my chest, hoping it'd calm my pounding heart down. "You scared the spirit out of me.""Are you okay?" He sat opposite me and held my hand."Should I be per
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