Chapter Three:Plot TWIST

From the railing, Damien watched the girl break away from her group, her laughter fading into the crowd as she slipped toward the exit. His jaw tightened. She had noticed him—of that he was certain—but instead of staying, she left. Interesting.

He lifted a hand, a subtle signal. One of his men at the edge of the VIP moved without a word, blending into the crowd to trail her. Damien stayed where he was, patient, sipping from his glass.

Minutes ticked by, music pounding through the club, Lucas’s laughter echoing somewhere behind him. Then his phone buzzed. A message. She’s on the move. Heading east.

Damien’s lips curved into the faintest smile. He straightened, rolling the tension out of his shoulders. Tonight wasn’t over. Not yet.

Within half an hour, another call came through—this time, the exact location. A quiet street. A bar tucked away from the chaos.

Damien slipped out of the VIP section, the heavy bass of the club fading behind him as he stepped into the night. His men fell into place, silent shadows at his back. And with each step closer to her, the pull only grew stronger.

I pulled at the address, I told my men to give me space because i didn't want to scare her I walked to her apartment and knocked on her door she opened the door and I could tell she was shocked to see me at her door. "Who are you, and why are you stalking me?" she asked ,I could tell she was trying hard not to feel terrified, but she did. "First of all, I'm not stalking you .Why? Because something about you refuses to let me look away. If that bothers you, tell me to leave… but I don’t think you will."

. She looked at him, gulping in saliva nervously she was about to respond when she found some of the neighbours stealing glances at her. She opened her door for him and closed it. I took a god look at her apartment and realised it was too small and it was half the size of his closet or maybe less. "Who are you?" she asked, breaking the silence . "Hmm, you sound right," I teased. "I'm not , I have to know the name of my stalker at least," she

responded. "Damien "was all I said. Damien, she mentioned my name again and again. I don't, but I like the sound of my name from her mouth. "Won't you tell me yours?

"Umm Clarisse ". Then silence he could tell he wasn't comfortable with it he was about to speak when a knock came on the door it was a friend of Clarisse holding a baby maybe seven months or eight .

Clarisse took the baby from her and her goodbye . I stood the watching, putting the baby to sleep. I asked how old he was and she said eight , I.wanted to ask who the dad was and wanted if he was in their life but I observed her room and facial expression that he wasn't but still needed clarification before I got his hopes high

she needed her privacy, and I knew i made her uncomfortable, so I gave her my business card to meet me tomorrow.

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