His Eyes

"My Ellie, or better yet, Elizabeth." He rose his hand up to my face, holding my chin in his. "Such a pretty face." Right as he was leaning in, closer to my face, I moved to the side and said, "I need to go."
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Ellie knew she was being followed; all she feels if their eyes. It's been three months, and she can't go to the cops, since she has no idea who it is. She works in a bakery near a close college campus and a small cozy New York apartment at age twenty-six.
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Damian, age thirty, a guy with no beliefs of love, girls after girls, no one was seen at his house. He would only take them to run down motels, not even hotels. He spotted Ellie for the first time when he saved her from being ran over three months ago, and now he wants her for life.
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what will happen when they finally met again, after those three months? Read and find out, and enjoy. 😊💖