**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...