Lorena {My C.E.O baby}

Lena stepped out of the crowded bar, the cool night air a welcome respite from the pulsating music and flashing lights. She took a deep breath, letting the sounds of the city wash over her. The neon lights of the bar's sign reflected off the wet pavement, casting a colorful glow over the deserted alley.

As she fished her phone from her purse, a figure emerged from the shadows. Tall, imposing, and dressed in a tailored suit, he exuded an air of power and confidence. His eyes locked onto hers, and Lena felt a shiver run down her spine.

"Lost?" he asked, his deep voice low and smooth.

Lena's instincts told her to step back, but her feet seemed rooted to the spot. "Just getting some fresh air," she replied, trying to sound casual.

The stranger's gaze roamed over her face, his eyes lingering on her lips. "You shouldn't be out here alone," he said, his voice dripping with concern.

Lena bristled at the implication. "I can take care of myself," she said, her voice firm.

The stranger's expression didn't change, but his eyes seemed to gleam with amusement. "I'm sure you can," he said, his voice laced with skepticism. "But sometimes, it's nice to have someone to look out for you."

Lena felt a flutter in her chest at his words, but she pushed it aside. She didn't need anyone to look out for her. She was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.

As they stood there, the tension between them grew thicker than the city fog. Lena's heart pounded in her chest, and she knew she needed to get away. "I should go," she said, turning to leave.

The stranger's hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around her wrist. "Wait," he said, his voice low and urgent.

Lena's pulse spiked as she turned back to him. Their eyes met, and for a moment, time stood still.

Lena's heart racing, she tried to pull her wrist free, but the stranger's grip was firm. "Let me go," she said, her voice firm but laced with a hint of fear.

The stranger's eyes seemed to bore into hers, as if searching for something. Then, in an instant, his expression changed. His gaze softened, and his fingers relaxed, releasing her wrist.

"I apologize," he said, his deep voice tinged with sincerity. "I didn't mean to frighten you."

Lena rubbed her wrist, trying to process what had just happened. "What do you want?" she asked, her voice still firm but cautious.

The stranger smiled, his lips curving upward. "My name is Julian," he said. "And I think you might be in danger."

Lena's eyes narrowed. "What are you talking about?"

Julian glanced around the alley, as if ensuring they were alone. "I've been watching you, Lena," he said, his voice low and serious. "And I think someone else has been watching you too."

Lena's heart skipped a beat. "Who?"

Julian's eyes locked onto hers. "That's what I'm trying to find out."

As Lena stood there, her mind racing with questions, Julian turned and disappeared into the night, leaving her with more questions than answers.

What did Julian mean? Was she really in danger? And who was watching her?

Lena's instincts told her to get out of there, to go back to the safety of her apartment. But her curiosity kept her rooted to the spot, wondering what secrets the night held.

Lena stood there for a moment, her eyes scanning the alley, but Julian was gone. She shook her head, wondering if she'd imagined the whole encounter.

But she hadn't imagined the way her heart was racing or the shiver that ran down her spine when Julian touched her wrist.

She took a deep breath and started walking back to her apartment, her senses on high alert. As she walked, she couldn't shake the feeling that someone was watching her.

She quickened her pace, her eyes scanning the streets, but she saw nothing out of the ordinary.

When she reached her apartment building, she took a deep breath and stepped inside, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

But as she rode the elevator to her floor, she couldn't shake the feeling that Julian's words had left her with: she was in danger.

She unlocked her apartment door and stepped inside, locking the door behind her. She leaned against the door, her heart still racing.

Who was Julian, and what did he want from her?

And who was watching her?

Lena took a deep breath and tried to calm down. She told herself she was just being paranoid.

But as she walked over to her window and looked out into the night, she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off.

And then, she saw it: a figure standing across the street, watching her.

Lena's heart skipped a beat as she froze, her eyes locked on the figure.

What did they want?

The figure didn't move, didn't blink. It just kept watching her.

Lena's skin crawled as she realized she was trapped, with no escape from the unseen forces closing in around her.

And then, everything went black.

*END OF CHAPTER 1*