If only I Knew

Honey.

He smirked.

I wasn't aware I had just stepped into the lion's den. The lion was secretly waiting in the dark, but I went into the darkness like a lost sheep.

"Alright, I will give you a ride." He said.

I uttered a sigh of relief as we drove out of the parking lot. The stalker wasn't in sight so I guess he left. I told him my destination.

I smiled at my savior. "Thank you."

He shrugged, his eyes concentrating on the road. "I haven't done anything yet."

I grinned. "Of course you did. You saved me."

He smirked and his eyes kind of darkened. "I didn't save you, I just prevented you from being taken."

"That's the same thing as saving me." I pointed out.

He was trying to let me know he wasn't my savior and I was blind by his disguise of kindness that I didn't realize that the whole stalking thing might just be a way to make me come to him.

I relaxed in my seat. "You probably know that I'm a singer, right?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't."

I sat up and looked at him, surprised. I thought I was gaining more popularity after airing my latest album, fatherhood. I mean some of the songs in the album have more than 10 Millions views on youtube and it was displayed on a lot of billboards from all over the world.

I blinked my eyes trying to understand how he doesn't know me. At the very least, he could have seen me on TV.

"You don't know me?" I asked again.

He frowned and looked at me. "Am I meant to know you?"

I pouted. I was used to being recognized so it felt strange that he didn't know me. "Well, it's not like you are meant to, but I was thinking you might have seen my pictures somewhere. Maybe on magazines, billboards, television, or even on social media."

"I don't have time for any of those." He said coldly.

I nodded. "Okay. I have a concert in New York coming up on Saturday night. I will be glad if you can come."

I unzipped my handbag and brought out a plastic ticket. I stretched it towards him. "This is a ticket to the concert, you can accept it as an act of gratitude."

He glanced at the ticket. "I can't accept it."

"Why?"

"I'm always busy on Saturdays."

"It doesn't matter, just take it. If you have some spare time then you can come and check on me," I insisted.

He hummed, took the ticket from my hands, and kept it in one of the drawers of his car.

He stopped the car before my music studio and looked at me. "This is the place, right?"

I nodded and stretched out to open the door of the car. I paused and looked at him. I might never have crossed paths with him, but I wanted us to meet again so I asked for his phone number.

He looked at me, surprised. "You want my number?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I want to get to know you."

If I knew who he truly was, I wouldn’t have wanted to know him. I would have run away from him the moment I bumped into him in the hallway of the shoe store. If I knew what he had done to my family… if I knew he was more dangerous than my stalker… If I knew he was after me, I would have hated him with all my gut and wouldn’t have asked for his number.

If only I knew.