Seduced Fall ✔️

10. Stalking

Clara Carter

I light a cigarette while lying down in my comfy bed. Today was the most boring day of my life. Nothing interesting occurred. No, I'm not including Stefan's attempt to kiss me in the corridor, where we could have been seen by anyone, as a dull event.

I save Stefan's number on my phone while taking a drag from my cigarette. Even if he wanted, I'm not going to give him the satisfaction of calling. Then I go on Instagram and search for him.

When I look for his name, the first result is a picture of his stunning selfie icon profile. My eyes widen by 50k followers when I click on it.

Of course, what do you expect as the son of a well-known and famous businessman, let alone one who is this good-looking and attractive?

I take another inhale and blow the smoke while I scroll through his images. I must say, he has traveled widely. Italy, Indonesia, Russia, Germany, and Chicago.

The bathroom door opens and closes. My eyes, on the other hand, do not appear to betray Stefan's godlike beauty. Photographs taken in the gym, in cars, in hotels, and with his father.

So far, his gym pics are the best. Lifting huge weights as if they were feathers. It's just so hot how his arms bulge out every time he raises a weight. I mean, really. Sweat trickling from his brow adds to his seductiveness.

But I'm upset that he's dressed in sweatpants and a tank top, which hides his abs from view.

I want to run my hand over his biceps so badly.

"Just stop stalking and start dating," As Ray's voice startles me. "And how many times do I have to remind you not to smoke around me?" She says exasperatedly as she takes the half-smoked cigarette from me and dumps it out on the tray. I sigh and turn my eyes to the ceiling.

"Start dating whom? Stefan?" I say it with dismay as if that's the last thing I want to accomplish with my life. However, we both know that is not the case. She irritates herself by rolling her eyes and begins drying her hair with a towel.

"Listen, even if you try hard not to show it, we both know you have a thing for Stefan," she declares. "So now stop being a bitch and start accepting your feelings," she advises as she observes my face in the mirror.

She adds, "which aren't really sane."

My lips make a foolish smile, which I try to suppress. She is right, of course.

I lie like a shameless girl who was just dreaming about stroking his beautiful biceps when I say, "I don't have any feelings for him."

There's something wrong with me. I shouldn't think about a guy who has already attracted the attention of so many girls.

It would merely turn me into one of them.

Ray looks at me with a narrowed glare, as if she doesn't believe what I'm saying. I shake my head, putting an end to the sad jealousy I'm experiencing as a result of simply looking at his Instagram. How I wish I knew how to hack his account and see who he chats with.

"Where's Tyler?" I switch the subject.

"He's down in the TV room, looking for something to watch." She responds and takes off the towel that had been draped over her model form. She puts on a gypsy blouse and jeans, which she describes as a 'pleasant attire.'

I groan, put down my phone, and rise to sit up straight.

"Samuel isn't coming over. You can put on something that is truly comfortable." I say this in a threatening tone.

She looks at me through her lashes, like she's feeling bad about something.

"I know you have issues with him," she says sympathetically, sitting on her knees in front of me and clutching my shoulders while I stare at her. "But I like him a lot."

Her eyes are fixed on me, and her hands are gently rubbing my shoulders. That's a look I'm used to seeing. That's the look she and Tyler always give me when they're waiting for my affirmation on things like emotional support.

There have been times when they were both unsure of themselves. They have always trusted me and continue to do so. Regardless of what happens, they will have my full support.

I wrap my arms around her and hug her.

"I know," I say softly as I pat her on the head. "But he better stay on your good side and behave, or else prepare to have his bones fractured. This time, all of them."

She giggles and shakes her head, recalling her rage at me for picking an unnecessary fight with him. I had no clue she had a crush on him at the time. She even took my word for it that I wouldn't cross his path or participate in the bike race with him and his friends. I miss kicking his ass on our campus's so-called race track.

"All right, let's speak about you now," she adds as she pulls away from the hug.

"What the hell do you think you're wearing?" she questions, her expression twisted. She examines my clothes as if she were a judge. "What if Stefan walks in right now and finds you dressed like this?" she asks, pointing to my clothing.

When I hear his name, I immediately calculate the chances of him arriving here. I inspect my paper waist shorts and crop top, which have the words 'I'm not your bitch' scrawled on them. Come on, it's the most ordinary-looking top and shorts I could find in my wardrobe.

"Oh, my dear, Clara. You must be prepared 24 by 7." She states in a serious tone, as though she's offering me million-dollar advice. "Who knows what will happen next?" She throws me a wink and pokes my arm.

"What does that mean?" I inquire, my face puzzled. She tries to yell at me because I don't understand her, but she stops herself.

She screams suddenly, looking at my room's balcony.

I jump out of bed, startled by her cry, and follow her gaze.

Stefan appears out of nowhere, leaning against the balcony door frame, his eyes shining, staring at me.

Oh, boy. Talk about fate.

With his gelled hair, leather jacket, and pants gripping his legs like a lover, he looks as dashing as ever. His sultry grin adorning his beautiful face. Don't get distracted, Clara!

"What the fuck is he doing here?" I whisper in a trembling voice.

Stefan remains still, his gaze locked on my perplexed face.

"Ask him yourself."