Chapter 2: The stalker protection

I can't stop thinking about him after that, and I start to see him everywhere. Sometimes he's standing across the street, watching me from a distance. Other times, he's right next to me, whispering cryptic messages in my ear.

I know I should be scared of him, but there's something about him that draws me in. Maybe it's the danger, or maybe it's something else. All I know is that I can't seem to resist him.

One night, as I'm walking home from the club, I feel a hand on my shoulder. I turn around, expecting to see the man, but instead, I see someone else - a client from the club who's been following me.

He leers at me, his breath smelling of alcohol, and I try to back away. But he grabs me by the arm and pulls me towards him.

"You're coming with me," he says, his voice low and threatening.

I try to resist, but he's too strong. He drags me into an alleyway, and I feel a sense of panic rising within me. I know what he wants, and I'm not sure if I can fight him off.

But then, out of nowhere, the man appears. He punches the client in the face, and the man falls to the ground, unconscious. The man takes my arm and leads me out of the alleyway, his grip strong yet gentle.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice soft.

I nod, unable to speak. I don't know who this man is or what he wants from me, but I know that he's the only one I can trust.Sometimes i honestly want to think back and wonder why all this crazy things happened to me.Days turn into weeks, and the man becomes a constant presence in my life. He watches me at the club, and he follows me home at night. At first, I try to push him away, but as time goes on, I find myself drawn to him. And i even began to anticipate and wait for his presence in my life, my dull life became so cozy and nice instantly.

One night, after the club closes, he takes me by the hand and leads me to a deserted alleyway. I'm not sure what's going to happen, but I know that I can't resist him.

He kisses me softly at first, then more urgently. I feel a sense of taboo excitement building within me - this is a man I should be scared of, but I can't help but want him.

As we kiss, I feel a shift within me. I know that my life will never be the same. The day pass by so fast that my i came to understand that i miss him,If only the week could move so fast.

I kept on replaying the kiss and romace we had that night in my head, how my body reacted to his touch and how his lips to mine to wonders'

" stop it Chloe, this is all wrong he is your stripper and you should be careful". chloe said that to her self.

For the next few weeks, the man and I continue to see each other in secret. I know that what we're doing is dangerous - he's my stalker, after all - but I can't help but crave his touch.

One night, while we're driving around the city, the man tells me his story. He was once a soldier, he says, and he saw things that no one should ever have to see. When he came back from the war, he couldn't adjust to civilian life. That's when he started watching me.

At first, he tells me, he was just fascinated by me. But then, as he watched me more and more, he started to develop feelings for me. That's why he's been following me - to keep me safe from all the men who come into the club.

I don't know if I should believe him or not, but I find myself drawn to him even more after hearing his story. It's like we're two broken souls, and we're finding solace in each other.

     And the more i see him and look into his eyes and think of my hand on that sexy chest of his,i know my body needs him,just the image i have in my head as our body collided is enough to give me a nose bleed.know that I'm playing with fire, but I can't help but want the man more and more. Each time we're together, the attraction between us grows stronger.

But then, one night, everything changes. We're walking down a dark alleyway, hand in hand, when a group of men jump out from behind a dumpster.

"What do you think you're doing with my girl?" one of them shouts, looking at the man.

I feel a sense of fear rising within me as the situation escalates. The men start to circle us, and I know that we're in trouble.But i felt somehow safe because he is a stalker right surely he should be able to protect me.

But then, something unexpected happens. The man pulls out a gun, and the men scatter.

As we walk away from the scene, I realize that I don't know the man's name. It's like we've been living in this bubble, this secret world, and I'm not sure if I want to burst it by finding out who he really is.

All I know is that I'm in deep, and I can't seem to get out.And i want to glide into his dark world and mend with him.As Chloe kept on thinking about her stalker and what his name would sound like her phone suddenly rang, She smiled knowing fully well that only her bestie would call her at this hour,

I tell my best friend  Jessica about the promotion I got at work, and how happy I am about it. She congratulates me and jokes about needing a raise herself. We chat about other stuff for a while, and she finally asks me the one question I've been avoiding: "So, do you have a boyfriend yet?"

I let out a small laugh, "Honestly, I don't have time for that right now. I'm just trying to focus on my job and on getting my life together."

She doesn't seem convinced, "Come on Chloe, you're telling me there isn't anyone you're interested in? What about that guy who's been following you?"

My heart races at the mention of him. I don't know why he's been following me or what he wants, but the idea of it sends chills down my spine.

"Ha! If a stalker counts as a boyfriend then sure," I joke, hoping to brush off the topic.

My friend goes quiet for a moment before she speaks up again, "Chloe, listen to me. You need to be careful. If someone's been following you, it's not something to take lightly. Have you told anyone?"

"No, I haven't. I don't want to worry anyone."

"Well, you can't keep this to yourself. It's not safe. You should tell the police or something."

"I don't know if it's that serious," I say, trying to convince myself more than her.

"It is serious, Chloe. You need to take this seriously before something happens. Promise me you'll at least talk to someone about it."

I let out a deep sigh, "Fine, I'll talk to someone. But can we please change the subject now? I don't want to think about this anymore."

My friend agrees, and we talk about something else for a while. But even as we continue our conversation, my mind keeps wandering back to the stalker. Who is he, and what does he want? I don't know, but I do know that I can't ignore this anymore. I need to do something before it's too late.

As Chloe walked home from work, she couldn't shake off the feeling of being followed. She kept turning around, but she didn't see anything except a few stray dogs and the occasional car passing by.

When she finally reached her apartment building, she let out a sigh of relief. She quickly walked towards the door, but before she could open it, she felt a hand grab her shoulder. She turned around to see a man standing behind her, with a smirk on his face.

"Why are you in such a hurry, pretty lady?" he said, his voice low and sinister.

Chloe's heart raced as she tried to break free from his grip. "Let go of me, please."

The man tightened his grip, and Chloe could feel his hot breath on her face. "Come on, don't be so shy. Let's have some fun."

Chloe's mind raced as she tried to think of a way to escape. She felt hopeless and alone, she hasn't gotten over the fear of last night event and now another attack;

God why me; She said in her head but just as she was about to give up, she heard footsteps coming towards her.