*Stalker*

Valentina had thought of possibility of being ambushed by both fans and anti fans. But when the car broken close to home she decided to walk the rest of the way on foot.

She could’ve called another driver, but the thought of sitting in a car after the kind of morning she’d just had made her stomach turn. The cold air clung to her skin, and her heels tapped against the uneven sidewalk like they had something to prove, she could feel all grip on control loosening.

It made her ...