My stalker

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I couldn't believe it.

I was sitting on Chase bad...

No we didn't fuck.
I wish we did though.

Since that would be less embarrassing than vomiting on him while doing dirty talk. I buried my face in my hands after remembering last night. Now I was smelling that known smell of soup that everyone drank after being hungover. I believe that it was Chase who was cooking it in the hotel kitchen.

A phone rang.

I peaked from the door.

Chase looked on the screen.

He started coming to my door.

I ran onto the bed and pretended to be asleep. I felt his presence for a second and heard how he closed the door. I got up and pinned my ear on the door. Chase was talking to someone.

I was never the person to do such a thing but something about him was not right. I adapted myself too quick to him. But the things that happened yesterday got me out of it.

„Talk."
He sounded cold.

„Settle him down and if you can't"
He stopped while he sighed.

„take him down."
I put my hand in front of my mouth. What did he just say?

„I don't fucking care if she notices."
Who was he talking about?

„Wait."
He stopped talking while taking slow steps. The steps started getting louder and louder. I rand quietly to the the bad while sitting on it.

My door got opened while I pretended that I just woke up.

„Good morning maam"
I was scared.

„Morninggggg uh I have such a headache."
I said while holding my head.

„I made some soup do you want some?"
I looked at him while he checked me carefully.

„Let's drink it together. Eating alone is lonely."
Of course it wasn't but if he drank the same soup as me I could make sure that it was safe.

„As you wish."
He said and left. I took a deep breath making sure he didn't saw or heard it.

Who the hell is this man.

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