Chapter 175: The stalkers
Mia's POV
"What!"
"Your refusal would land you in jail and I mean it" he whispered his eyes glaring into my eyes.
I felt I was burning under that angry yet curious gaze of his.
I don't want to go to jail. Even here, he was still influential. Can't he just be a middle guy for once in his life or a poor guy.
He is always rich.
I swallowed hard, still using my hoodie to cover my face even when he had recognized me.
I looked at him properly. He was more sturdy than before, always have that charming look that have women swooning over him.
His torso was visible in his tight sleeve shirt and the sweaty pant on him makes him look hotter.
He turned his back on me and strolled towards his dinning. I can't believe I was literally spending this much time with Caleb.
To be sincere, I have never lasted a minute with him, that's regarding talking or spending time with him.
He led me to his dining and could see he had late snacks placed on it.
I guess he stepped out to get them.
"Take off that hoodie if you don't want me to identify you as a criminal" his cold voice uttered.
I shuddered and quickly did as he instructed. I just didn't know where this would lead to.
I was so scared as though my life was hanging on a thread with this mysterious Caleb keeping me hostage.
Never sneak into someone's house, especially filthy rich people because they might be watching everything on their tab screen.
He moved to his kitchen which was just an extension to his dinning room. He suddenly came out with a basket of knife.
My breath ceased and I didn't know if to scream or start a race. Caleb is a killer, and no one always finds the body of his victims.
I was still good at karate which I learnt recently, this is my death.
He placed the basket in the middle of the sleek table which stretched out in front of me.
He was opposite me with the table as a barrier.
"Sit" he ordered and I blinked my eyes at him.
I tried to act bold, my hand was in my jean pocket, grabbing my phone and ready to send a text if he'd start with a conversation.
I swallowed hard and sat down while bringing out my phone to text all of my family members, friends and colleagues.
My hands were beneath the table while he brings out the items he had bought from his package bag.
He got steak and that must be the reason for the knives. He pushed an empty place closer to me.
If only he knows I was shivering where I sat. My eyes scrolled everywhere, searching for the possible way to escape.
His eyes gestured to me to serve myself.
"No, I lost my appetite, can I just go now?"
"Eat" He ordered in a soft tone, his eyes fixed on me.
It seems as though a cat held my tongue and I found myself serving as per his wish.
"Bryan I'm not stalking you if this is what you think" I began to clear the air.
"You know my name?" He brawl in a surprise tone and I knew I just screwed up.
His eyes lingered all over my face and goosebumps were taking all over me. The air was tensed too and I was freezing.
"On the magazines?" I responded beneath my breath and sliced a piece of steak to chew.
He scoffed and then leaned his back on the chair. He was certainly reminding of the position Flynn took this afternoon before fucking me.
His eyes were studying me as though trying to find a lie which he certainly had figured out.
"It's definitely not coincident that we keep meeting because you just confessed to stalking me"
I almost choked on the steak as I ducked my head at him. Did he become a detective or what?
"No, I-I, I am not" I stated trying my best to breath and not freak out more than this.
He took a chop knife, his eyes narrowed at me.
Caleb scoffed again and this time, I was willing to go on my knees, to beg him to let me go.
"What are you going to do to me?" I asked, my nervous gaze was replaced with fear but I tried to appear confident.
"What do you think?" He whispers scratching the edge of his knife with his thumb.
I shouldn't say kill me, should I?
"If you want to hand me over to police, do so, besides, breaking in is an offense" I mused knowing well that Flynn and amaris would bring me out.
He let out a sided smile like the devil and then inhaled.
"What's your name?" He questioned and I took in another slice of the steak, feeling more free now.
I just didn't want him to sense my fear. A lie for a lie.
"Becky" I said gulping the steak hard. I took the wine he had placed beside him, pop it and poured myself a glass.
He suddenly nodded his eyes followed me and I was trembling but acting casual.
I tried to ignore the expression on his face. Before I go to the precinct, I should enjoy the meal from the guy who was once Caleb.
I took a mouth full of the wine, the glass cup covered my face.
"Become my girlfriend"
I poured back the wine inside the glass cup, choking and hitting my chest.
"What?"
"It's for three days, I need to prove to my parents I'm not gay, they'd be coming over tomorrow" he announces not even bothered about the situation he was placing me in.
"What!!" I spat, my exclamation louder.
"I can't, no I'm not" I added quickly standing up from my chair.
"Mia Henderson, you're left with no choice are you?"
Shit! He knows my name. What if he is indeed Caleb!