I stared out the window of the café as I sat in silence. The space between me and Mr. Carter was tense, and he hasn't opened his mouth since we sat and it got me wondering.

Why the hell would he want to talk me after he just ruined my life?

"Are you.." I was interrupted when the waiter came to the table.

"May I take your orders?" He asked in a polite manner, I looked up at him and gave him a friendly smile.

"Hey, Richard. I'd like a dark coffee please." Richard has been the longest working staff at this café. Sometimes on my way home, I'd stop by at get a few pastries and he was always nice to me.

"One black coffee coming up," he smiled at me before turning to my stalker at said, "And you sir, what may I get you?"

Without looking up at the waiter he spoke. "I'm fine, thanks."

When Richard moved away, I started to ask my question again.

"Are you.."

"What kind.." We spoke spontaneously.

"You go first, after all, you brought me here, there must be a reasonable explanation for you making me lose my job," I said still looking at my stalker. His hand was folded on the table as he stared at me with hatred. Even though all the dark looks, he was giving me he still looked hella handsome.

"Ms. Bisson, what kind of woman are you? Do you just sleep with a man, get pregnant and leave the child? Ugh?" my stalker said. I looked at him with raised brows but didn't comment. I stay silent and he realized so he continued. "Why did you leave the child at my office?"

Now that got my attention. "What?" I shouted a bit too loud. I received looks from persons around me and I held my head down in shame. I will not lose my temper because of his man.

I looked up back at him and whispered. "What are you talking about? I've never seen you in my whole twenty-six years of my life only yesterday when you were stalking me and today. So, dude, you have the wrong person. Try and look somewhere else for your baby mother, because I'm not her." At that, I remembered him calling me Alliyah. He had probably mistaken me for her.

What a fool! He doesn't even know who he spelt with.

"I didn't say you were." his voice dead.

"What?" I was too confused to even know what he was walking about, after all, he wasn't really showing many emotions, just the intense look in his eyes.

"You didn't get pregnant by me, I'm not that careless. I'm not careless enough to have unprotected sex with gold-diggers like yourself. The child is my father's." He said in a shape note.

I couldn't but laugh. It's not every day a stranger accuses you of sleeping with his father and getting pregnant and not every day a poor person like me is called a gold-digger either. I sobered up and looked into his eyes, knowing exactly what the problem was now.

She strikes again.

"Now I know what you're talking about." I stared at him and shake my head. "One. Do I look like a gold-digger? Trust me, if I am, it seems I'm not digging good because I'm still living here in the slums of New York. Two. Do you I look like the type to sleep with a man who's old enough to be my father?" My rhetorical question hung in the air. "Well no, I'm not. Sorry to say I prefer men in my age group. I leave those things for my sister. I presume she's your father's mistress?"

Richard came over and placed my coffee on the table. I said Thank you and he gave me a smile and left to serve the next table.

Mr. Carter was just looking at me intensely. "Since you're not answering I guess she is." I said then start sipping my coffee.

"I knew you'd deny it and that why I need proof. I want to see your birth certificate, your ID, your doctor report and your Driver's License." I raised my brow at him, what exactly was he playing at. Why would I lie my identity?

"Hmm...you're not a very good observer, you'd have noticed I don't have a car, thus no driver's license. That expired years ago. You can have a copy of all the other documents. Hell! You can keep them." I said with a smile on my face. This was the joke of the century.

Me being mistaken for my sister, again.

She always seems to know the right times to ruin my life.

"Where are the documents?"

"Do you think I walk on the road everyday carrying documents like those?" he reminded silent leaving me to answer my question. "No, I don't. There at my apartment, the only thing I have with me is my ID and Subway pass."

He reminds silent, but he didn't break eye contact. Not knowing exactly what to do, I turn and look out the window. His face was too beautiful to look at especially since he probably hated me, based on his looks.

"Okay, then I'm coming home with you then." He replied still not convince that I'm not who he's looking for.

"Mhhm...sure. But I don't know you and I don't trust you. I want to see some ID now." I don't even have regular men I know coming home with me, so why the hell should I trust that this man who was stalking me yesterday.

Because he's the sexiest man you've seen.

I'm sure for a fact that he was indeed the most handsome I've seen but his attitude and personality ruin his beautiful looks.

I looked at my stalker as he took out his wallet. He took out his ID and place it on the table, facing me. I took it up and I scanned it with my eyes after which I placed it back on the table.

"So your name is Alexander Javier Carter." What a nice name for a mean man. "You're 30, you look more like 50 to me but who am I to judge?" I smiled with my statement and brought the coffee cup to my face finishing it off.

I could tell that he was angry and furious at me by the way he was staring at me. But who cares? He made me lose my job.

No, your sister made you lose your job.

Again

Mr. Carter cleared his throat, I look up at him to see him eyeing me. "Are you done yet?" he asked. I looked down at my cup and nod.

He raised his hands to call over Richard. Richard came with the receipt in his hand I began to take out my purse. I heard Mr. Carter spoke. "No. I'll pay, after all, I dragged you in here in the first place."

"Okay,"

After paying, he gets up and I followed. We exit the store and then he starts walking in the opposite direction from the subway station. I called out. "The subway is this way,"

"I don't do subways," Well he's boasty. "I have a car, follow me." He commands and I obeyed his instruction and followed closely behind.

I was doing something crazy.

I was following a complete stranger to his car, but it made sense. He has the answers to questions that I needed answers to, why did he make me lose my job? And who is the baby my sister left in his office?

I hissed my teeth, Alliyah always seems to mess up my life with every opportunity she gets.

She wasn't always a bad sister, she became bad when she was offered a modelling contract. That had changed her to someone mean and cruel.

A few minutes after we passed Masons and Sons, he walked up to a 2018 Silver Audi. He opened his door then turn to me, "Get in."

I rolled my eyes then walked over to the passenger side, opening the door I got in.

After giving him the directions to my apartment, we drove in a tense and awkward silence.

Ten minutes later we were parked in front of the building. As we exit the vehicle I went through my bag for my keys for the front door, even though I might not need it. The door had been giving problems for a while now and the landlord couldn't afford to fix it. All we had to do was pray that no one breaks in on us.

When we reached the door, it was opened like I predicted. Walking ahead of Mr. Carter, I enter the little lobby and pressed the bottom for the elevator. The door of the elevator slid open and we entered. I pressed the number of my floor and the elevator started to move. There wasn't much space in the elevator, it could only carry around five to six persons at a time. Even though it was just the two of us in there, it felt like more before of the tension and awkwardness between the two of us.

After the elevator stop. I exit it and walked to my apartment which was down the hall. I pushed my keys in and opened the door. When I entered, Mr. Carter followed behind me. And just like every time I came home, I was greeted by my dog, Grey.

"Hey, baby. Did you miss me today?" I said in a playful voice as bent down to pat my golden retriever.

Mr. Carter cleared his throat behind me, I guess he was trying to tell me that I wasn't alone. But I didn't really care, I loved Grey and he deserves to be treated with love and affection. I stand up and move further in the apartment. I signal Mr. Carter to follow behind me. I could tell his scrutinizing looks that he wasn't pleased with my living condition.

I still didn't quite understand what Mr. Ryan said when he meant by a man of status. Was Mr. Carter someone very important to America?

I knew he was rich but how rich was he and what did Mr. Ryan mean?

"You live here?" Mr. Carter was standing next to my couch looking at me.

"No, I visit my dog here every day." I said in a sarcastic tone.

Obviously I live here.

He rolled his eyes and look to my dog who was wagging his tail beside him. Grey was waiting to be pat by him. What a traitor of a dog!

"You can have a seat," I said and pointed to my couch.

I looked down at my black leather couch contemplating if he should sit. I really wanted to say something, but I kept my mouth shut, I didn't want to worsen my situation.

He accepted my offer and sat down.

"I'll be right with you, I just need to get some food in Grey's dish." I walked over to my kitchen which was attached to the living room. I climbed up on the little chair, so I could reach the cupboard that had the dog food in it.

Major Short girl problem. I can never reach anything.

I turned around looking at the couch to see my Mr. Carter patting Grey. I froze with the dog food in my hand. I always thought my dog was 100% dedicated to me but I guess I was wrong. He wasn't playing me or the food in my hand any attention. He was enjoying his rub.

I looked at the two playing and getting friendly until Mr. Carter's voice brought me back to reality.

"You can stop staring, just get the papers so I can confirm your identity and see what goes next." He said still looking at my dog. I rolled my eyes, returning my attention to the pack of Dog chows in my hands. After placing some in the dish I put back the bag in the cupboard above.

Since I had to walk pass the couch to get to my bed room, I gave my dog a look at which he howled at. I smiled, who says dogs don't understand humans?

I went in my drawer for the key to my safe. I kneeled on the ground and draw out the iron box that was under my bed. When I got it opened, I searched until I found the various documents that he needed.

When I went back to the living room he was still getting comfy with my dog. I went in front of the two of them and break their connection. "Here," I handed him the documents that would prove that I am indeed Kalliyah Bisson and not Alliyah Bisson. I even dropped in a picture of the both of us when we were young.

He took his hands off my dog and accepted the documents. I turned to my dog and gave him the look, he groans. I smiled internally, that's what you get for ignoring me. "Go, your food is in the dish." He didn't move. "Grey," I said I a warning tone, he got up and went to the kitchen for his dinner. I smiled to myself. I love my dog. I had received him as a gift from my sister before she betrayed me. He was the only thing I had that made me feel good about myself. He was the only thing I had left of her, the real her.

I watch as Mr. Carter eyed my documents. The way he was looking through each document made it seem like a job interview and for some reason, I was nervous to know if I could the job and by the job I meant if my documents were good enough.

Not liking the idea of hovering over him while he examines my life, I walked back to my bedroom with the intent of changing out of the work clothes. I looked in my drawers to find something to put on.

I felt weird changing, knowing that there was a man less than five feet away and he wasn't just any man.

I took my glasses off and placed them at my bedside. I pulled my hair out of the bun and let it fall to my shoulder. After putting on the jeans and a shirt I exit my bedroom.

Grey was laying at Mr. Carter's feet, so I decided to have a seat in the sofa parallel to Mr. Carter.

When I sat down, Mr. Carter eyes shift from the papers and began to stare me down. I felt a little uncomfortable.

He clears his throat and then said, "Well, Ms. Bisson, we have some trouble here."