Chapter 4 Elizabeth

His eyes found mine, a frown settling between his brows.

" You ran into my car.You are the blind one here." His voice was hoarse, so hoarse that I shivered.

It was him,I had half his face imprinted in my memory since that day in the restaurant and his long nails and veiny hands confirmed it.

It was him ,that cold gaze.

It's surely him but why is his skin so clean? There were no tattoos on his neck or even arms.

Did he conceal them?

" Because I didn't see you coming, you should have hit the brakes."I retorted, still sitting flat on my butt.

"Get up, you're not hurt." He then turned and walked towards his cop car. Completely ignoring helpless little me.

Gritting my teeth, I yelled ." Where do you think you're going !"

He ignored me, got into the car and drove off. I watched as he pulled up into Mrs. Hamilton's garage two blocks from where I was.

It suddenly occurred to me that he might be Mrs. Hamilton's usual visitor who always comes three times a week and drives the same cop car.

I tried standing up, but the pain in my ankle was unbearable. That bastard was heartless, how was I going to walk home? So much for wanting to burn some calories.

After the third attempt, I sat back on the tarred road, the first tear escaping my eyelids. I wasn't just feeling pain in my ankle, but my knee included.

How could that Buffoon hit me and just waltz off? Like he had simply stumped on sandpaper.

What happened to all the gentlemen on earth?

I was too busy drowning in self-pity to notice the blonde was back and standing over me.

" You're crying?"There was a hint of mockery in his voice.

If only looks could kill, then I would have sent him six feet below." You hit me with a car, you think this is a joke? It could have been worse!" I snarled.

He sighed lazily and offered his hand.

Slapping his hand out of my face, I helped myself up, only to whimper in pain and fall back down.

He released a low chuckle." Take my hand."

I just stared at him. What kind of cold-hearted psychopath would enjoy watching someone in pain? Lifting myself a little, I took his hand, which was surprisingly warm compared to his cold-looking features.

He let go of my hand as soon as I was balanced on my uninjured foot and grabbed at my elbow.

I finally snapped." Is this how you help someone you almost killed?"

He glanced at me for a split second, his blue orbs were so addicting ."You are still alive, so walk."

I felt so irked." You are so unethical, do you know that?"

" Yeah." He shrugged.

Not wanting to bite his head off, I looked away and focused on dragging myself back to my house, since this buffoon wasn't ready to help.

I started hopping painfully on one foot. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him hesitate before placing his hand on my lower back like he should have done a decade ago.

We walked a few steps, and then he suddenly lifted me princess-style, startling the hell out of me.

At first I became self conscious. What if he thinks I'm heavy and fat?

I chased the thought out of my head before I started having depression thoughts again.

"Oh, what happened to your ego?"I mocked.

His hands tightened around me and I stiffened.

My eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. That tight grip on my lower thigh sent electricity down my spine.

He stared at me long and hard."I'd rather not waste my time watching you limp like a snail."

I fought hard not to break the stare but I failed. His eyes were scary,he was giving me that look and that aura was oozing from him." Snails don't limp." My voice lowered.

He ignored me, something I found extremely infuriating but I didn't show it.." Where do you live?"

I pointed to my house with my free hand that wasn't around his neck.

I stared at his face as he looked ahead. He is handsome and has very kissable lips. I haven't been kissed in a very long time so what if?

I snapped out of those thoughts immediately.

" I'm Elizabeth by the way, and you're?"I asked, deciding to go for a lesser approach.

He only threw a glance at me and kept walking. I looked down at the tag above his breast pocket.

"Hmm... Eren Scott. So you're a cop ?"

"No."

I snickered. "Was that supposed to be sarcasm?"

"Is it ?"

His short and curt replies were beginning to enrage me.

"Aren't cops supposed to be nice and help people?"

" Depends on who they're helping."

I scoffed "I'm sorry, was that supposed to have an extra meaning?"

"Depends on how you interpret it."

Gritting my teeth, I said, "I don't like you !"

That was a lie. Men who were stone-cold and indifferent were the easiest to break. They'd put on a mask to cover up their vulnerable side, but I was going to tear that mask down no matter what.

His hands around me felt like cold fire,I wanted them on my bare skin !

" I never asked for your opinion." He said, stopping. I then realized we just got to my front door.

Opening the door he helped me inside and sat me down on the couch.

I swallowed,fear gripping my entire being.

How the fuck does he know my lock?

It's not a passcode door but those kinds of locks found in luggages with the number swipes.

" Paramedics will be here in a few minutes, so you don't have to go to the hospital."He paused like he was contemplating what to say next.

Then he continued." Next time keep your eyes ahead of you, not at the back of your head".

And just like that he was gone. "You should be apologizing," I yelled, my voice cracking as he left.

I'm I being stalked ?

I remained seated on the couch for a few more seconds before getting up on both feet to lock the door.

It was all an act, the only pain I felt was from falling on my ass; it had subsided the moment it happened.

I faked the injury because I wanted to get a closer interaction with him even though I saw the warnings. But now the fact that he knows my lock only heightens my curiosity.

His whole frame screamed danger.

I watched through the window as he left my lawn and entered Mrs. Hamilton's house.

I had no idea who he was, but he smelt of mystery, danger and of course,lust.

There was something in the way he looked at me. Like he could see through me or knows every detail about me.

I mean,why would he appear a few feet away from my house in his car all of a sudden,just a few hours after we met at the restaurant?

I won't even consider that a meeting.

He was supposed to enter Mrs Hamilton's lawn not drive closer to my house.

Even when he put me down,I saw how he scanned my living room. Like he had been there before.

The way he entered without needing directions.

I can't explain it but as I stared out my window , I knew there was something more.

And I'm going to find out,if he's stalking me then I'll beat him at his own game.

It's game on.