My Ex-Lover's A Millionaire

Two

Third Person's POV

Meanwhile in New York, a petite Cuban girl walkes through it's busy streets, holding bags of groceries that she just bought from the local store. She was on her way back to her apartment when she saw a jet black car right beside the street, going everywhere she went. She had seen the car before when she was at work but didn't think of it much.

She reached her building and went up the elevator, nearly on the highest floor. She dug for her key in her purse, bringing down the plastic bags in her hand. The brown haired beauty entered her home "hassle- free". She brought the bags to her kitchen's counter top, grabbed a glass of water and sat on her couch. Her apartment was quite large, her being a famous author and all, her book sold millions and it really did help her financially.

It was already past 3'o clock when she got home and just on time to pick an outfit for a party her "room maye" , Dinah Jane,invited her to. She went to her room, searched for a formal yet sexy dress. Dinah told her there were gonna be wine and all the fancy stuff so you got to be kind of proper. She landed on a white floral dress that ender right by her thighs, paired it up with beige heels, pearl earrings and a bun.

She waited in her living room, looking at the marvelous view of the city before hearing the door open, she looked on her right and saw the blonde in curls wearing a tight red top matching a red pencil skirt, large hoop earrings and black heels. She looked stunning and it was sure she would be coming home with someone tonight. "Hey Chancho, come on! We'll be late for the party." the Poly said, Camila grabbed her purse and they left the building.

On their way to the party, the brunette noticed that the same black car was going everywhere they did. It was following them, making the girl start to creep out. Her best fried noticed this and looked at her curiously. "Mila, you okay?" The brunette looked beside her and smiled before nodding and looked at the window again.

An hour in the party and she already felt exhausted, she stayed in a couch and drank her second wine...or was it her fourth? She just looked around when she saw a familiar man looking at her. He wore a suit and tie and certainly did not look like he was here to party. She gulped and looked away.

"That's odd, I swear I've seen him before..." She thought.

A whole bottle of wine later, she finally wanted to go home but Dinah was still enjoying their other friends company so she didn't bother telling her. "I'll just text her later." Ane she left the party, walking in the dark streets by herself, drunk. She knew how dangerous it was, but she didn't care. She couldn't last another minute in there, as the girl was walking, she felt like someone was following her. She looked around and saw the same car from earlier.

"Holy sht. What's this thing doing here?"

She walked faster and the car sped up more, her breath was quick and she walked in paces. After a few minutes, she decided to run but it still followed her. Her heart was beating rapidly and her mind seemed to get fogged out.

Darn those glasses of wine!

As she ran the dark and lonely streets, she tripped on one of the broken pavements and hit her head. The last thing she saw was a silhouette of a man and all was dark.