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His lips were sweet and he pressed himself into me on the couch, making me lean back and him get on top of me.

My eyes were shut tightly but I could feel every movement of his lips against mine, and the more I told myself I needed to stop this, the more I felt myself losing into him.

I wanted to get lost in him. Inside him, his world which I had seen swirling in his hazel orbs a few times.

When he pulled away, he licked my lower lip again and pecked me once more, before resting his forehead against mine. Our breathing was uneven as I opened my eyes to catch him doing the usual.

Staring at me.

"What are you doing to me?" He groaned and held me by the neck with one hand and by the waist with the other hand. "I really shouldn't be doing this. It's only been two days since we met angel, but, fuck I can't help it."

My hands battled with his hair as I shook off the worry burning in my stomach and replaced it with peace. There was nothing to panic about.

One thing I was sure of, was that my inner self wouldn't lead me right into the pit. And my inner at was very calm at this point in time, she wanted this.

I wasn't getting scolded for pulling him closer or even kissing him.

The only reason I was panicking was because my reaction to him was a bit scary.

I'd never been in love before, just relationships of convenience twice. But I knew what it was like to be in love, because I had read about it so much in books and watched it in movies that I knew what the feeling was like.

Was I in love with Donovan?

No. It couldn't be. It was too early...

My breath hitched at the thought, while his lips slowly trailed down my neck. We'd just known each other for a few days. Two days in fact.

I didn't stop the moan that escaped when he sucked on my collarbone, heaving a tormented sigh as he continued. I couldn't fight it and even if I could, I didn't want to.

"There's something we can do." I panted and cleared my throat.

He raised his head up and moved closer to kiss me but I planted my hands on his chest just in time to stop him.

"What?" He asked glumly and sat beside me, quickly taking my hands.

Have you ever met someone and just felt like you've known them your whole life?

Considering how awkward first meetings usually were for me, I was sure taking this next door neighbor relationship well.

"Stay away from each other." I blurted even though it didn't sound right in my ears.

We weren't werewolves, so we weren't mates. We could practice the art of staying away from each other. That could only mean I was being insensible to want him so much like I did that it made my heart ache.

His eyes clouded with what I could guess was irritation, then softened as he gently looked at me.

"As much as I want to leave you all to yourself Angel, I simply can't. If I had my way, we wouldn't be doing any talking right now." He told me as a matter of fact.

My eyes widened dramatically at the audacity. There was something else we could do if we weren't talking.

No, there were so many things we could do if we weren't currently conversing.

But judging by how Donovan's Adams apple kept bobbing repeatedly, none of those things involved innocent activities. They involved more body caressing, kissing, touching and passionate- I shook my head.

What the hell was I thinking? This wasn't right.

"This isn't right." I said, feeling my throat tight. It felt as if I was lying against myself. I didn't want to say it, this was too much for me.

"Don't you feel it too?" He murmured.

"The heat? Yeah, it has suddenly become a bit stuffy in here." I stupidly stated, knowing what he was talking about but not wanting to address it because I needed to be alone and think right now.

"No. This connection between us."

"Well, what can I say?" I shrugged.

I was soon to be engaged after all, and I had even signed the papers. I shouldn't be here alone with this man because I knew the effect he could have on me.

There was no need for him to touch me. Just that 'look' and I would be putty in his hands, unthinking.

"I just want to keep holding you, kissing you and staying with you." Donovan confessed. My cheeks colored as he caressed the back of my hands with his index fingers.

I honestly wasn't used to this much attention on me, maybe because I never really had time for boys except the time I was in the university. And it had been relationships of convenience.

I had even advised my second boyfriend to ask a girl out when I realized he liked her. They got married already and should even be expecting their second child soon.

I realized I could let the guy go, even after dating him for about six months. There was no passion, just the feeling of doing the right thing and feeling at peace with myself.

But between me and this mysterious man I had only met yesterday morning, there was a burning passion.

I wondered what I would do if I caught Donovan with another woman or if he came to me complaining about his feelings for someone that wasn't me.

My heart burned at the thought and I quickly shut it out, feeling my chest constrict in pain.

This was ridiculous. We'd just met, I was overreacting.

"I think you should go now." I croaked.

"Alright. Give me your phone number and I'll call you." He told me with hard eyes, bringing one hand to his lips and pecking me so tenderly and lovingly on each finger that I felt the train of shudder trail past me.

I took his phone from his outstretched hand and typed my number on it.

"So, can I call you tonight?"

"It's late." I said, almost snapping in irritation.

I loved the fact that he wanted to call me this night. I would love to hear his voice, I wanted to hear his voice so badly before I went to bed. What the hell was wrong with me?

"Oh. But we could chat right?"

"It's not right to chat with a lady you just met so late at night." I lied.

Donovan chuckled, seeming to be amused. "What if I like that woman? And what if I want to dip my head and kiss her senseless and I know she wants me to? So badly?" He murmured but each word carried so much intensity.

He got up and I quickly did too, before we change our minds and started making out like rabbits in heat again.

"Alright." I smiled at my entrance but didn't open the door yet.

"Thanks for dinner."

"Thanks for coming. Good night." I bit my lower lip.

He leaned in and my heartbeat skyrocketed again.

"Sleep well, angel. And have a pleasant dream." He pecked me on the forehead and rubbed his hands on my shoulder, before walking out the door without turning back.

I stood stiffly at the door.

Then I shut it.

Okay, I think it would be advisable for me to check myself to a mental hospital.

I'd just met this man and yet we were already so attracted to one another. Then our second and third meeting also wasn't awkward at all and I was looking forward to even seeing him tomorrow morning...and maybe the day after, and the following week and the following months.

I locked up and jogged upstairs.

Today had been so crazy.

Then I had kissed someone I just met— who, with the look of things, it seemed like he really liked me. I mean, he did call me beautiful and stated that he wanted more than just conversations with me.

With a smile, I took off my clothes and showered. Then stared at my lips in fascination, smiling at myself through the mirror. The same lips Donovan had kissed. 

Changing to my pajamas, I got into bed and checked through my messages.

I replied the chats from the girls and the group messages, telling them I was fine and apologizing for not getting to them earlier.

Then there were some messages from Stephano, stating Eros would contact me tonight.

Also two messages from unknown numbers.

Furrowing my brows, I clicked on the first one.

'Dinner was great and we'll be having another one soon. I know I should stay away, my angel, but I won't. Because I can't. Sleep tight. Your sexy neighbor.'

A wide smile was on my lips as I read the message thrice, etching each word to memory.

Goodness, I was acting like a lovestruck puppy.  I groaned at my own reaction, then clicked on the second message.

Unknown number: *I see you've gotten yourself acquainted, my sweetheart. Enjoy the pleasures now till I come for you. Your very own. Love.❤*

A chill ran down my spine as I sat up. Had I gotten myself a stalker?

Who sent this?

And why would they send me such a creepy message? I tried to call the number but was told I did not have access to calling it.

My hands slowly trembled.

Was this a prank? But who would have dared to prank me? And for what reason would they do such?

Without hesitation, I took a screenshot and sent it to Stephano, feeling my hands still trembling.

I hadn't gotten acquainted to anyone of recent...except Donovan! My eyes widened.

Was someone stalking me?

A part of me prayed it would just be a prank. But I needed to be on the safer side.

Sending the message to Stephano was good too. He was good at handling issues like this, because I remembered he was once acquainted with a mafia group and had connections with tracking people down.  

Twenty minutes into my thoughts, I received a call from the first unknown number. I knew it would be Donovan.

"Hello?" My voice was small but I cleared my throat and quickly composed myself.

"Angel, I apologize for calling late, but are you okay?" His soft, calming voice said. It was soothing.

My tense shoulders instantly relaxed. I never knew I could find relief in listening to someone's voice.

"What, why did you ask?" I asked in a small voice.

"I heard a loud crack outside just now. Like a glass was being smashed and I'm just calling to check up." Worry laced my neighbor's tone.

Now my heart was thumping wildly in my chest. What in the world was happening? First the scary text then Donovan was calling to tell me this.

"I'm okay, Don- Donovan."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure." I nodded, feeling like a little girl who was frightened but wanted to sound mature by telling her mom she could sleep alone in her bedroom.

"Alright. If you want I could stay on the phone till you fall asleep?"

A small smile crawled its way up my face. The attention was getting overbearing but he was only looking out. And I couldn't fault him for that.

"I'll be fine Donovan. I assure you." I breathed and stifled a yawn.

"Alright..." He didn't sound convinced. "I'll hang up now then. Also, you can call me Don if you wish."

"Thanks for calling, Don. Good night."

He hung up and I dropped my phone, but all night, I found myself tossing and turning uncomfortably.

And when I finally drifted to sleep, I found myself being tied to a chair.

A large, blonde haired man was laughing very loudly at something he found funny while I struggled to get out of the tight ropes around me.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I croaked. My wrists were burning as I struggled against the restraints.

"I. want. you."

And his laughter boomed once again while I screamed, fighting to get out of there at all cost.

"Stephano! Eros! Dad! Donovan! Help me!" I screamed loudly but even though I was screaming with all my might, no one came to help me...

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