Page 3 of Stalked By the Billionaire

My mouth is salivating like a rabid dog. My heart is knocking against my ribs, trying to escape.

It was her smile that first floored me from the window when I watched her from my windowsill. Now it’s everything.

I can feel her eyes locked onto mine, and it sends a shiver down my spine. As her hand hovers in mid-air, my gaze drops to it and then back to her face.

“Hi, I’m Gabby,” she says.

Chapter 2

Harrison

Her perfect face captures my attention once again, particularly her strikingly beautiful eyes - a mesmerizing shade of azure blue, framed by long, lush black lashes. As her eyes lock onto mine, I can feel the weight of her gaze, almost demanding a response, but I can’t shake off the feeling that this is all a mistake—she isn’t wanting me.

As I cautiously reach out my hand towards hers, I can feel my heartbeat reverberating through my chest, filled with uncertainty about how she will respond once she realizes this is a mistake.

“Mmm.” I can’t help but stumble over my words as she tilts her head to the left and waits.

Just then, a sudden thought strikes me like a lightning bolt.

Does she know who I am?

“Hi.” I swallow and I stare at her. “My name’s Killian.”

I immediately wish I could retract my words. But do I want her to be aware of my immense wealth, that I am a billionaire?

As her eyes narrow, I sense a flicker of familiarity, suggesting that she might know who I am.

Her mouth opens and just as she’s about to say something, a deep, throaty sound of someone clearing their throat startles us, and we both whip around to face the abrupt intrusion.

“Did you say your name was Gabby?” the guy asks.

Her eyes lock on the man positioned to our right.

“Sorry,” she blurts out, her eyes widening in realization as she looks from him to me and back to him. “You must be Darrel.”

“The one and only,” he says, much more confident than I sound.

With a wide-eyed look of surprise, she spins around to face me and lets out a gentle but gorgeous laugh. “You must think I’m completely insane, Killian.” Her face blushes the perfect shade of pink.

Feeling a rush of resentment that I try to hide, I shake my head as my eyes quickly glance over her head and at the man waiting for his date—Darrel.

“Sorry, it’s a blind date, and I told my friend I like guys with glasses and dark hair. I-I just thought.” She smiles at me before her perfect white teeth dig into her lip.

This angel with kissable lips and wide innocent eyes is saying people that look like me are attractive to her. It blows me away—this doesn’t happen to me.

She’s still staring into my eyes when she gives a big sigh and says, “Sorry, I’ll stop talking and let you get on with your day.”

“Are you ready?” Darrel asks her.

I internally groan.

“Enjoy your date,” I choke out with my most pleasant voice, when really all I want to do is choke Darrel and drag her away from him.

“Thank you.” Our eyes meet, and I can’t help but be captivated by the way she smiles as she delicately brushes a loose honey blonde strand from her face. I want to be the one to do that, or hold it as I fill her when she’s on her knees.

Fuck!

I scrub my palm over my stubble chin. “Have a nice date,” I repeat through gritted teeth.

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