I go to my front door and lock the top and bottom lock. I sigh with relief and walk up the stairs to my bedroom tiredly. I take off my pants and toss ...them to the side, leaving me in a tank top, bra, and panties. I pull bed sheets back and crawl into bed, I look over at my clock and it says nine-thirty p.m. I drift into a deep sleep.Male P.O.V:I walk around the neighborhood looking. I know her exact address, I’ve come down this block every day for two years, and now is the time. I’ve watched. I told him to keep quiet harshly, several times. But he started again in a few minutes. At last, the rain subsided and we rushed back to coaching classes. He insisted to stay back but I left for home.The next day I reached coaching classes, attended three of them and came out at 7:30 pm. Karan attended only two of them and was waiting outside. I even stayed back in class, even in the break time to avoid him. But later came out skipping the last class.He was eagerly waiting for me so we went to. ..i was shaking and didnt have to reply debating what to do for 30 min just looking at my phone screen, my phone rang, i sat down and answer''hi babby girl , i didnt want to scare you, can we meet for a cofee at least''and i accepted , an hour later sit in a cafee infront of a tall big pepper hair black daddyhe was so nice and normal i started to like himhe must have notice because he stood up and suggest we finish our cofee walking outsidemy heart started to pound as soon as I face the wood. I don’t know if you remember me, but I’m the girl from the club you told to go home?”“Yes, I remember you were the pretty blonde who was a little drunk.” I look over at Sara as I say this. She doesn’t seem bothered that I complimenting some girl who’s just rung me.“Look I don’t do things like this but you said you wanted to pick me up. I’ve woke up this morning hung-over alone and horny, so um would you like to meet up?”“What’s your name dear? I can’t keep calling you pretty blonde.”“It’s.