My stalker

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"That's so creepy, I don't feel comfortable anymore."

I told my grandpa everything that was going on, and his face tightened with worry. He had always been afraid of losing me since I was the last memory of my mother. Now, with a stalker lurking around, his fear intensified.

"I understand, my love. Don't you worry. I'll find you a bodyguard to keep you safe, and my men will hunt down this stalker." He pulled me into his arms, and I couldn't hold back my tears any longer.

"Don't cry, love. I hate seeing you like this." He gently wiped a tear from my cheek before calling his secretary. "Find a bodyguard for her," he ordered.

After the secretary left, I stood up, excused myself, and walked out of the room.

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That's how it all began. And now, here I am, standing beside my grandpa, facing a seriously good-looking man.

"He'll be your bodyguard from now on, love. You don't need to worry anymore."

I thanked my grandpa and then turned to my bodyguard. "It's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine, ma'am," he replied in a low, calm voice.

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He didn't talk much, which was fine. Sometimes I forgot he was even there. But knowing he'd be by my side at all times was nerve-wracking. Still, the thought of my stalker made me more anxious. I knew this man reported everything to my grandpa, so asking him directly seemed like the best option.

"Has my grandpa found out anything about the stalker?" It was the first time I'd brought it up since he was hired four days ago. His full attention was suddenly on me.

"No, ma'am. They're still searching."

I sighed and turned back to the TV.

"Ma'am?" His voice cut through the silence. I didn't look at him, just gave a quiet "hmm" to let him continue.

"Are you scared of the stalker?" he asked.

Now I looked at him. His face was as cold as ever, standing stoically beside the sofa. He wouldn't even sit if I asked. The man was a walking ice block, the coldest person I had ever met.

I glanced away. "Not scared, just... uncomfortable, I guess."

"I understand," he replied, his voice flat and emotionless.

I rolled my eyes. He was so distant, it was starting to get on my nerves. I tried to focus on my favorite show, but the silence between us became too loud.

"Did you know you're incredibly annoying?" I blurted out.

For the first time, he showed a reaction—a slight raise of one eyebrow. "I am?"

"Oh, and arrogant," I added with a smirk.

To my surprise, he chuckled, and I looked at him, startled. Was that actual emotion on his face? "Did you just show too much emotion?" I teased.

"Did I?" His voice was deep, and suddenly, I found myself drawn to it. His presence, his scent—it was messing with my mind. I wanted to sink into him, breathe him in. He was making me... addicted.

"Care to explain what's funny?" he asked, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"I will—if you sit down," I said, testing him.

To my surprise, he did.

"Isn't it exhausting, being so emotionless?" I asked.

"Not really," he replied, his smirk deepening.

I rolled my eyes again, his confidence both irritating and oddly charming. Standing up, I decided I'd had enough of this game. But before heading to my room, I turned to him with a teasing grin. "I'm going to take a shower. Wanna join?"

"I'd actually love to," he said, laughing softly.

I grinned back. "By the way, I'm going to the club tonight."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, slipping back into his professional tone.

And somehow, just like that, I felt a little closer to him.

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Enjoy.