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Leah's POV

I swear he is the same man I saw in that forest when I was taking pictures of that swan.

I am not a photographer, but I have signed up on odd-job websites. There are rich kids who are too lazy to do their own work, so they hire students like me to do it. Some college student had asked for swan pictures in a particular angle for her project, so I was doing that job at the time when I met that injured man.

He had asked me to call an ambulance, which I wanted to do, but then he disappeared and I had no idea what to do. I was getting late with the assignment, so I couldn't search for him.

It has been 2 years since that incident and 3 years since I started taking these odd jobs. I needed a job for my bills.

My father was never around in my childhood, and when he would come home, he would do things that scare me to even think about. My mother, well, she took the divorce and alimony money and left, never looking back.

My dad is a retired government worker, so his pension comes in every month, which is the only way for me to pay my school fees because the money from my odd jobs is used to manage the house. We live in a small apartment in some shady neighbourhood because that's what we can afford.

I took this part-time job at this coffee shop because I am collecting money for my college tuition. Dad doesn't know about this because if he did, then he would take all my savings money.

He has done that many times.

I am so badly waiting for school to be completed, which still has 5 months left. After that, I will move to another city for college, far away from my dad. But for now, I have to handle this mystery man who has been staring at me ever since I came here and hasn't said a single word.

"Umm, excuse me?"

My words made him come out of his thoughts as he looked at the café card in his hand and then back at me. He chuckled. It wasn't some sweet chuckle. No, it was dry, evil, and kind of scary.

He said, "My brother called me to meet him here, but I guess he ain't coming at all."

What?

What am I supposed to do with that knowledge?

I cleared my throat, scratched the back of my neck, and then said, "So you won't be taking anything?"

He looked at me as if he was looking into my soul. His eyes are beautiful, but more than that, they are scary. He said, "I will be taking something."

I nodded and asked, "What will you have?"

He said, "You."

I frowned.

"I am not on the menu." I chuckled, taking it as a joke.

He chuckled dryly again. "Then I guess I have to change the menu."

I pushed the menu towards him and said, "For now, we only have this available, so you can choose from here."

He didn't even give it a glance and asked, "Are you alone, or are there other workers as well?"

I frowned.

Why is he asking?

"Well, there are other waiters and some chefs in the kitchen. Do you want me to call someone else for your service?" I asked, wondering if he wasn't comfortable with me.

"The hell you are going to do anything like that." He warned me, and this wasn't in any joking tone. I gulped, not knowing what to say.

He got up, opening the buttons of his coat. "Where is the washroom?" he asked.

"Down the hall," I said.

"Guide me."

Ugh, what is the matter with him? Calm down, Leah. You need this job. I walked first, and he followed behind me.

I reached the end of the hall and pointed at a door. "Washroom," I said.

He smirked and opened the door.

I was about to move away when a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me inside before closing the door.

 I gasped. "What are you doing?"

He pushed me against the door and placed one arm beside my head against it, leaning down to my eye level. "What do you want me to do with you?"

I could feel my heart beating fast. His eyes went from my eyes to my neck then more downwards towards my cleavage which was easily visible from my white shirt in this position. I tried to move my body to cover it but he pushed himself more at me making my actions stop.

He smirked. "Do you believe in fate?"

I didn't know what to answer. His left hand rested on my waist then slowly they started moving inside, I am wearing a bra but I don't think they are tight enough to stop his abnormally large hands which were caressing my skin. 

I couldn't bring myself to stop him. I had my eyes closed. He hadn't held any of my hands but his body is pressed to me and that is enough, despite having enough mobility his presence itself is scaring me enough to not stop him.