Page 43 of In Love with a Ruthless Man

Fawn whispered shakily, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I said—-” The prince’s cold voice turned viciously sharp. “Get the fuck out.”

Choking back a sob, Fawn whirled around and left.

He watched her run away.

And he let her.

She had made her choice.

So let her fucking live it.

THE PRINCE KNEW HEshould have forgotten her by now.

But he hadn’t.

And so in the end, it was inevitable he found himself doing the one thing he had thought he would never do – the one thing he had despised the most in the women who kept throwing themselves at him.

He had become a stalker.

It was a hard thing to swallow, so much so that he had to ask his friend Nathan Callis to accompany him and make sure he didn’t do anything stupid during his debut as a stalker. Nathan, considered as one of the world’s most successful male models, was also one of his closest friends. But more than that, Nathan could be trusted to keep a secret, and he definitely didn’t want their other friends learning about his newfound hobby.

Swinging his seat to face his friend, Nathan asked curiously, “How did you get Derek to give you access to his office without asking what you’re going to do?”

As the son of the university’s founder and chairman, Derek Christopoulos not only had his own office on campus, but access to the CCTV as well.Access that they were now putting to good use,Nathan mused,although the “good” part was admittedly debatable.

“I didn’t.”

Nathan’s brows shot up. “So we’re breaking and entering?”

The prince shook his head. “No. I took the easier way out and told Jaike I needed to do this for a girl I couldn’t stop thinking of.”

“Oh man. You made Jaike think you were in love with her, didn’t you?”

Actually, he hadn’t, but Jaike had been convinced he was.

As they continued to watch Fawn’s movements on the screen, Nathan said pensively, “I never imagined the Prince of Darkness could ever sink to this level.”

“Shut up.”

“The prince, actuallystalking—-”

“It’s a different kind of stalking,” he muttered.

Nathan smirked. “There are different kinds of stalking?”

“There’s the creepy-I-plan-to-kill-you-afterwards kind, and that’snotme. I’m more the I-just-want-to-see-what-she’s-up-to kind.”

“Ah, the jealous type.”

“Fuck you—-” He broke off with a frown as it occurred to him that the screen hadn’t shown Fawn moving for almost five minutes now. She was still there, rooted to her spot, back straight and facing one of the classrooms.

“Is it still working?” he asked.

“Yeah, I think so.” Nathan raised a brow. “Why?”

He slowly shook his head. “I think something’s wrong.” He decided to switch cameras, accessing the room that Fawn seemed to be staring at.

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