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LEONA

I shifted further away from the stranger to the door and if it was possible, I would've vanished into it just to be away from him.

He moved his eyes from me and focused on his phone.

He smiled and zoomed something, or maybe a photo. He doesn't look fearful, only that he looks powerful and wealthy.

He looks familiar. If only he'd look up from his phone again then I can add the dots to know who he is.

As if he noticed that I had my curious eyes on him, his head snapped to me and I quickly averted my gaze to the window.

Shit. I thought I wanted to make him out if he looks my way?

Well, he's that intimidating.

"Are you Leona?" His deep voice was rich and low with an accent which I know is not American. It sounds familiar too but I can't place where I've heard it from.

But. How did he know my name?

"Why would you bring someone you don't know into your car?" I asked instead, still not looking at him but I can feel that his eyes are still on me.

"You have long hai