My stalker

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We sat in the car in heavy silence, the atmosphere between us growing increasingly awkward. I stared out the window, trying to distract myself, but I couldn't help smiling at the thought of what he'd said earlier. Still, I quickly hid it before he noticed. After a moment, I turned to him and asked, "Are you going to wait outside the club?"

He didn't answer at first. Just as I was about to speak again, he sighed. "No, ma'am. I'll come in with you."

I blinked in surprise, taken aback. "You're joking, right?!" My voice was sharp with irritation.

He glanced over, looking calm as ever. "I'm not joking."

I was furious. "I'm an adult. I can take care of myself! I don't need a babysitter. You're supposed to be my bodyguard, not my shadow."

Completely unbothered, he remained in control, making a sharp turn as we neared the club. His expression was neutral, but there was a hint of authority in his tone. "An adult with a stalker, ma'am. And I work for your grandfather. If you don't like how I handle things, feel free to take it up with him."

He stopped the car and turned to face me, his eyes locking with mine in a way that sent shivers down my spine. "As an adult, you should also understand how dangerous it is in there, right?"

His words stung, making me feel like a child being scolded. I glared at him, biting back the urge to argue. Suddenly, he leaned over, his hand brushing my waist as he unclipped my seatbelt. "Don't look at me with those eyes, ma'am."

I was speechless, the heat rising to my cheeks. Without another word, I scrambled out of the car, my heart pounding. Chase handed his keys to the valet, then gently nudged me forward with his hand, guiding me inside.

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Inside the VIP section of the club, I spotted Ashly and the girls. As soon as they saw me, they ran over, enveloping me in tight hugs.

"It's been *months* since we saw you!" Ashly beamed, pulling back to take a good look at me. But soon, all their attention shifted to Chase, who stood silently behind me, his presence impossible to ignore.

"So this is your new bodyguard?" Molly asked, her eyes roaming up and down his frame. "He looks... majestic."

"Bro looks like he stepped off a movie set," Liz whispered, a bit too loudly.

Chase gave a small smile and bowed slightly. "It's an honor to meet you all."

I introduced them properly, gesturing to each of my friends. "Chase, this is Ashly, Liz, Molly, and Anna."

They greeted each other briefly before Chase informed me that he would be waiting in the VIP lounge. He showed me the key fob and explained that if I needed him, all I had to do was press the button. I nodded, grateful for the distance, and joined the girls in the VIP room.

We started drinking, catching up and laughing like old times, but after a while, the private room felt too small. The energy in the club outside was calling us.

"We should hit the dance floor," Ashly suggested, already grabbing her purse. The other girls agreed, and I followed their lead. Before heading out, I quickly sent Chase a message letting him know where we'd be.

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The dance floor was packed, the music thumping through the air as bodies swayed under the dim lights. It felt good to be out again, to let loose after months of being cautious. I danced with my friends, letting the music take over, but after a while, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched.

I glanced around and, sure enough, found Chase sitting at the bar, a glass of water in hand, his eyes glued to me. He didn't even try to hide it—he was openly watching me, following every move I made.

A strange thrill ran through me. Knowing he was watching stirred something inside. My dancing became less about fun and more about putting on a show. I wanted him to see me, really see me. To understand that I wasn't someone to be babysat, that I could command attention in ways he probably didn't expect.

I let the music flow through me, swaying my hips and moving with confidence. Every time I glanced his way, he was still there, eyes locked on me, unwavering.

I felt his gaze burn into me, igniting a different kind of fire. This wasn't just about defying him anymore. It was about showing him that I was in control, that I knew exactly what I was doing. The way his eyes tracked every step, every sway of my body, made my pulse quicken.

And the way he watched me... it wasn't just protective. It was something deeper. Darker.

Now, I wanted to drive him crazy with every move I made on that dance floor.

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Enjoy. .