A Deal With The Devil

Prologue

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Isabella felt so conscious about this man staring at her from distant. She was buying new novels in a store and some are pocket books which are cheaper than the novels.

The guy which she suspect that is stalking her is the guy she saw earlier in the groceries when she buy some cleaning consumables for her coffee shop and she really think that the guy is following her. Could he be stalking me in the internet? Or a serial killer?

Is he really stalking me or am I just a paranoid?

She took a glimpse of the man again and recognized that he was gone.

Probably from just watching too much horrors. She sighed to herself.

She was about to pay when theirs a book that caught her attention. A book of fashion designing. It is a book for college students that aspires to be a fashion designer someday. Like her. But you cannot get all you wanted. The total earnings of her coffee shop is totally enough to buy her dad at least his medications, to send her sister in school, to supply food in their table. There's no extra than that since their coffee shop isn't really that much in demand.

She take a look of the book and held it. She really dream of having the book. She looked at the price.

$300.00

"Hell! "She whispered.

She was about to turn around and put it back in place when suddenly she was caught off guard when she bumped on something hard that sends the book to fall. A hard chest perhaps.

She instantly picked the book up then stared at the man who was towering her in his tall feature. His brown eyes, his muscular biceps that curves in his white shirt, and also his six pack that gives shape to his shirt too. He reminded her of Nick Bateman. So Hot like a Greek God! The same man who was stalking at her earlier.

Her heart skipped a beat about this man.

Why is he here again?

She places the book in the rack again and pretended not to be affected with the man who was staring shamelessly on her legs, how she wished she never wore those shorts.

"I could buy that if you want?"

She faked a smile.

"No thanks."

"Can buy you a cup of coffee?"

"I can drink as many coffee as I want. "She refused again.

"Then can I atleast know your name." The man demanded.

"No. "She said rudely not liking his persistence and annoyance. Then paid the novels in the cashier.

"$60 miss. "The cashier smiled

She took her wallet and paid the cashier. She then received the wrapped books together with the receipt.

"Here is it ma'am. Come back again!" The cashier handed her the bag and smiled nicely.

She strode out of the bookstore and realized it was raining...... she stand there for awhile, hugging her books wrapped in paper bag.

“I could buy that book you know.” A deep and sensual voice drawled in her back.

Her heart jolted making her shoulders shiver in shock. God knows how she tried to conceal her nervousness towards the man.

“No thanks.” She refused.

“May I atleast know your name?” he said in bossy tone.

“I'm nobody.” She replied sternly.

"Don’t make this hard for me miss because you wouldn't like the consequences. I get whatever I want and if you don't atleast say your name, I will know it in a hard way."

She was stunned by his statement. She laughed so hard. He can get everything he wants? He looks like a delusional boy or something.

"People can't get anything they want." She protested

"Except me. "

She just rolled her eyes and smirked in disbelief. She can't believe how delusional this man is.

“You want a proof?” he said teasingly.

She didn't replied. For sure he would do something stupid.

The rain finally stopped and she balanced herself in her wet scooter motorcycle then drove away from the man.

Finally she escaped from the man. Giving her name to strangers is not her thing, especially to that creepy man. But she cant help but to smile remembering the man. He looks so handsome, but she shook her head.

Pfft. Creepy stalker.....

He  instantly rode his car and followed her. But it seems that she doesn't notice it anymore.

They entered a small neighboring subdivision. All houses are small and out of style. For only low class people lives here. The house Isabella passes by gets smaller and smaller until it reaches the smallest house in the block where she stopped then entered the house.

The address is quite familiar for him.

He dialed someone's number.

"Hello Mr. Ross?" The Guy asked.

"Oliver, I want you to investigate  someone for me."