d to myself, gripping my camera tighter

of the top-rated hotels in the city, and the views were always breathtaking. I needed some

my blog, take stunning photos of the hotel's luxurious am

ate had o

n, was the same guy-The Worst Driver Alive. My experience with him a day

k slacks, the sleeves rolled up just enough to show off annoyin

One had long, wavy blonde hair and wore a sleek red dress that hugged her curves. The other had jet-b

I even surprised? Of course, a guy like him was with two gorgeou

e all over him. His looks and popularity have gotten

as he flirted with them. He probabl

on and focused on blend

't react. Just

g to review photos on my camer

levator button, and I caught a

blonde asked, her voice silky smooth a

id casually. "That

ors closed, he glanced up, his gaze sweeping the lobby.

saw before the

e waist of the

eyes and t

my business. N

y, he did

o

a. You're here for work, n

hotel's outdoor pool was stunning, framed by swaying palm trees and classy white lounge chairs, fancy umbrellas, and a sparkling blue pool tha

s per

l, framing my shot. The angle was j

ing. You staged that car accident just t

ously? Me? Stalki

the best solution for my peace of mind. I f

king for a way to ruin me. I kn

th, keeping my eye

e, then keep quiet after collecting som

are. I am not interested in anythin

u were at the front earlier, too?" he

you were walking into the hotel with

it, sarcastica

o. "Not in t

e I wasn't interested in talking to him. But I made

ip tightening

e he

rtl

kin and broad, chiseled abs that hinted at a disciplined

as intention

ing to walk off, but my foo

ped, looking for h

d, a strong hand gripp

s firm, his body too close. My hand had landed square

lizing where

st like I've never seen

want you falling all over me,"

I'd been burned, my face wa

hat, and let go

ng back with a lazy ex

ounding for reasons I di

shed past me, deliberat

lance, I stum

traight in

d me, and I came up spu

ghing like it was something funny.

r out of my face, supp

f the pool, arms cross

for it," he

hed water at him. "You

lf," he said, his t

h as much dignity as possible. My clothes

person I've ever met," I

alized-my clothes were soaked through and c

l from a nearby chair, w

's better than your

it-the la

pped him hard across the fa

up, storming toward m

th a dead serious face. She hesitated, clearly readi

stared at me with a look that prom

adn't fallen into the water, I marched awa

ing wa

pised him, with my who