Chapter 19. A Tryst in the Alley

**CHERYL**

My brows pinched. “Damien?” 

What the hell was he doing here?… How did he know I was here?

These were the questions that sprung to my mind as I stood watching him. He turned and fixed his predator-like stare on me, staring at me in a way that set my already calm pulse racing.

I walked on until I was standing right in front of him. “What are you doing here?” I inquired tightly, trying as much as I can to pose the question as nonchalantly as possible.

Wait…

My forehead scrunched up. “Are you fucking stalking me?” I blurted out.

The corner of his mouth pulled down as one of his brows went up. “Excuse you?”

I stared at him, taking in his form. He was clad in a perfectly tailored suit that effortlessly molded to his body, the roughly sculpted planes and angles of his hard face were just as thrillingly feral. 

Sitting there with his legs crossed over his knees, he was the perfect picture of a handsome male specimen