My stalker

15

I made a little change:)
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The ride back was thick with tension. Chase kept glancing at me through the rearview mirror, his gaze piercing but silent. My thoughts were spinning, but I wasn't about to let him know how rattled I was. Not again.

The city lights blurred past as we sped through the streets. The memory of his lips on mine, his hands gripping me tightly, flickered in my mind like a dangerous temptation. But that wasn't what bothered me the most. What bothered me was the game. The constant back and forth. The push and pull. He didn't get to do that to me anymore.

I was done playing.

"Are you going to say something or keep pretending this didn't happen?" His voice cut through the silence like a knife. Low, cold.

I crossed my arms, my gaze locked out the window. "Why would I bother? I know how this works with you by now. Today you want me, tomorrow you'll act like you don't. It's exhausting."

He scoffed, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "You think you know me that well?"

"I think I know you enough to see through this act." My voice was harder than I intended, but I wasn't backing down. Not this time.

We pulled up to the hotel, and Chase parked the car, but neither of us moved. The engine hummed between us, the only thing breaking the silence. He turned to face me, his jaw clenched, his eyes darker than usual.

"What do you want, Rosé?" he asked, his voice thick with frustration. "Tell me what you want from me."

I met his gaze, unblinking. "I want you to stop playing games. I want you to decide what the hell you want and stop dragging me along for the ride."

He leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. "And what if this is what I want? What if this" he gestured between us, "is exactly where I need you?"

The intensity in his voice shook me, but I didn't let it show. I couldn't afford to. "Chase. You don't get to keep me on a string, pulling me in and pushing me away whenever it suits you."

His eyes flashed with something dangerous, something I hadn't seen in him before. "You think that's what I'm doing? Keeping you on a string? I'm trying to protect you."

I laughed bitterly. "Protect me? From what, exactly? The stalker who's still out there? Or from yourself?"

He slammed his hand against the dashboard, his frustration boiling over. "From people you don't even know are watching you, Rosé! You think the stalker is the only danger out there? There's more at play here than you realize."

I stared at him, my pulse quickening. Something about the way he said that sent a chill down my spine. "What do you mean by that?"

He exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "You're not just some random girl. People are interested in you for reasons I can't even explain. But I'm trying to keep you safe."

My heart pounded in my chest, confusion mixing with fear. "Chase, what are you talking about? What reasons? What aren't you telling me?"

He hesitated, his expression softening just a fraction. "There are things I'm not allowed to say. But trust me, if I wasn't here... things would be worse."

I shook my head, stepping out of the car before I could let him pull me in again. "I can't keep doing this, Chase."

I slammed the car door behind me and walked toward the entrance of the hotel, my heels clicking against the pavement. I half expected him to follow, to try to explain more, but he stayed in the car, watching me as I disappeared into the lobby.

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Upstairs, I leaned against the door, my breath shaky. His words echoed in my head. "People are interested in you for reasons I can't even explain."What the hell did that mean?

I kicked off my heels and paced the room, feeling the adrenaline rush from the confrontation drain out of me. Chase was hiding something—something big. And the worst part? Despite everything, I still felt drawn to him. The way he looked at me, the way he touched me, it made my heart race in ways I couldn't control. But this was more than just attraction. It was manipulation, and I wasn't going to let him win.

As I poured myself a glass of wine, my phone buzzed on the counter. I picked it up, half expecting it to be Chase again. 

The message was simple:

Chase
„Open the door"

I stood there, staring at my phone.

I sat down on the couch, sipping my wine.

„Don't want to"

I smirked.

„Oh we are playing now, fine."

I rolled my eyes at his response and sipped from my wine.

After few minutes the door made its sound and it got opened.

Well. Fuck I guess.