Rhea’s POVWatching Mr. Rowan from my bedroom window never got old. He moved like he owned the world, his broad shoulders perfectly fitted in that red shirt, the faint curl of cigar smoke marking his presence. My father walked beside him, talking quietly, but I wasn’t listening. My gaze was locked, my pulse hammering, and my thoughts… filthy.I remembered the first time I’d met him. Ten-year-old me, wide-eyed and innocent, had taken the ball he tossed me. That deep, commanding voice calling my name had stayed with me—burned into me. And now, ten years later, every curve, every line of him made me ache in ways that were both thrilling and humiliating.Still glued to the window, I noticed a soft smile cross his lips and a small tap on the roof of his car, before he slid into his new BMW. I knew it was new, six days old to be precise. You guessed right. I was not just his secret admirer, I was his stalker too. Don’t judge.As his car disappeared down the street, I sank back onto the bed.
Last Updated : 2026-02-01
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