YET TO COME

..TWO..

..TWO..

~Silver Fire, Club
(14th of February, 2015)

He was there again the next day when she left the club.

And somehow, it absolutely annoyed her.

It irked her to the core.

Did he really have nothing else to do apart from startling and stalking her?

He gave her one of those his mischievous and yet innocent smile that made him look younger.

She wondered if he always had fun when he acted as if he had done nothing to her.

"Hi Samantha," he greeted her.

She rolled her eyes in annoyance because she was beyond vexed.

How dare he?

She wanted to ignore him but she definitely couldn't.

The bastard was hell-bent on turning her into a high blood pressure patient.

She tried to tune down her livid anger.

‘Are you really that idle? Don’t you have anything else to do? Are you unemployed?’

‘Well, it seems so my sweet,’ he teased, infuriating her.

‘Don’t call me that!’ she snapped ruthlessly, ‘I am not your sweet or whatever. I am Chloe. Do not address me by what I am not.’

‘You are pretty,’ he said.

The statement surprised her.

She hadn’t expected such words after her irritated outburst.

‘Therefore, I shall call you pretty because you indeed are. Let me rephrase my former reply.’ He stared deeply into her eyes.

Her heart began to make a funny sound inside of her chest.

‘Well, it seems so pretty.’

She swallowed softly.

He didn't mean that.

‘I am not pretty,’ she murmured after a while.

‘You are my swee—’ he laughed at his near blunder.

She blinked at him.

‘You are pretty Chloe.’

‘Is that the sole reason you keep following me around?’ she asked him with slanted eyes.

He shook his head.

He met her gleaming eyes and made a lazy tsk sound.

‘I do not chase you because you are pretty Chloe."

He paused for a moment.

Chloe's heart suddenly began to pound in the silence.

The suspense in the quiet caused her blood to roar in her ears.

"I do so because you attract me. I desire you my sweet. That,’ he pointed out, ‘is why I do so.’

She sneered.

He was being ridiculous.

‘That is ridiculous. Do you know that?’ she asked him.

Her brows rose high on her forehead as she tried really hard not to walk out on him.

‘How so?’ he demanded with a an infuriating smirk.

The gesture was enough to tempt her into smacking him really hard across his handsome face.

Perhaps he would leave here alone after she used force and resorted to violence.

‘Please Mr. Stalker; I am in no mood for your balderdash. I am tired and also equally famished.’

And that she was.

She was yet to have any morsel of food croos into her mouth.

And her grumbling stomach was proof that she was lying or finding an excuse to bail.

‘I am called Clement,’ he informed her with a satisfied grin. 

As if she cared.

‘I do not care. Please Mr. Stalker, leave me be. I beg of you.’

She did not wait for him to speak, turning away to leave.

Several thoughts crossed her mind as she walked away.

Quickly.

She was none of the things that he had said she was.

She knew that.

She couldn't believe his lies because he was delusional.

She slowly shook her head in pity for him.

He was truly sick in the head.

And she easily believed that with all her heart.