FLASHBACK.

Marla walked into her condo. She was tired, and stressed out due to the event that she had organized today. Being a popular model and influencer wasn’t something that would come as easy.

Today, she had signed three different brand deals with companies and along with that, had gone for about five interviews with different media industries.Her phone rang, and on seeing who it was she let a sigh out and crashed unto her couch.

“Marla, when will you come back home? You should be aware that you can’t stay away from your family, quit being stubborn, and return home.”

“Dad, how many times should I let you know that I’m not going to step into that house you call a home, not until you chase that gold digger you call a wife and her two bitches.”

Marla shouted.

“You have no right to raise your voice at me, remember, I'm still your father…”

She rolled her eyes at his words.

“And that lady whom you refer to as a gold digger is your mom, those bitches are your sisters.”

“I do not have a mom, that lady isn’t my mom, she isn’t qualified to be my step mum. Dad, can’t you see that they are trying to cause a rift between us.”

Mr Guerrero sighed at his daughter words.

“They are not trying to do anything, Its you who is doing so, come back home lets settle this amicably.”

“Dad, I said I am not going to come back, next time if you want to call me, do so, not because you want to discuss about your new family.”

Marla snarled.

“They are your family. She is your mother, why can’t you accept her?”

Mr Guerrero asked.

“I hate her, I hate the fact that she is trying to take away the love you have for me. For crying out loud, that’s mom best friend, how could you do this to mum."

Marla bit her lips nervously whilst tears strolled down her cheeks.

“That’s in the past, come back home or I’ll be forced to freeze your account”

She scoffed at what he had said.

“I fucking hate you, it would have been better if you had took mom’s place, fucking die and get out of my life, I hate you.”

She screamed and ended the call.

Her hands went to her hair, and loosened it from the sleek bun in which she had it tied, she roughened her hair due to the fact that she was frustrated.

She got a notification which made her tap on the screen and the message was staring at her. Her body went stilled for a moment as she felt a cold chill run down her spine. The message was from her stalker.

She had been receiving messages from an unknown number, although she actslike she doesn’t give a shit about it, but deep down her system. She was afraid.

She had reported the case to the police, but they weren’t able to do anything, nor track the location as it came from a burner phone. Ever since then, she has always been seen with armed personnel or bodyguards that had their information registered in the top most agencies.

This was the only way she could protect herself.

“You look very stressed Mi'amore. You do not need to be tensed, go and freshen up and I’ll take care of the situation on ground. They won’t be a disturbance to you any longer.”

She read.

Although her stalker was right about her being stressed, it didn’t take away the fear he had in her eyes.

"How would he take care of the situation? Why is this so frustrating, first its my father’s new slut and now this.”

She muttered tossing her phone away.

******

“Who are you?”

Marla inquired.

She was scared as many thought ran through her mind, but the most important among them was how he had entered her room.

“You do not need to know who I am.

”She scoffed at what he said. She tried to pull away from his hold, but he grabbed her hand and placed it on his shoulders. She was pinned on the bed whilst he hovered above her.

“No I need to know who you are. Who are you? and how were you able to pass through my security personnel, get the fuck away from me.”

She struggled to get away from him, but his grip on her was strong.

She stared at him, although his face wasn’t that clear due to the fact that the room was dim. One thing she was aware and wouldn’t deny. This young man was indeed handsome.

“I warned you, I told you that the bodyguards wouldn’t be able to stop you if I should have my way with you. Fuck, I must say, you are fucking beautiful, and your body is gorgeous.”

Fear was written on her face as she came to a realization. This was her stalker. She was in the same room with the man who texted her everyday telling her ways he was going to make her scream his name. He told her nasty things he would do to her if he ever have the opportunity to meet her.

“Get away from me, I will fucking scream if you don’t go away. Get out.”

She screamed, pushing him away. He let her go. She sprang up from her bed and made her way away from her bed.

Eyes widened, she stared at him.

He laid on the bed, his eyes viewed her body especially her curves which were at the right place. The night gown she had on didn’t help the situation, it had a deep neck which revealed a huge amount of her medium, and soft tits.

It was short which revealed her smooth, delicate and milk like thighs.He gulped down nothing but his saliva. She stared at him and scoffed at the way he reacted.

“You are truly a pervert, leave my room or I’ll call the cops on you.”

He stood up, walked up to her and held unto her hands. She tried struggling, but it was t no avail.

He pinned her to the wall whilst she pressed her back unto the wall. She looked up at him in confusion, only to see that he was leaning towards to her.

“The cops won’t be able to save you from my grips, how many times should I make you understand, no one can save you when I want to have you for myself.”

His hot breath met with her neck causing a sensation to run down her spine. She couldn’t deny the way she felt, but she hated the fact that it was coming from this man.

“Since you are a really good stalker, you should be aware that I have a boyfriend, I love him so much.”

She stated. He chuckled darkly, his arms wrapped around her waist pulling her closer to his body, she gasped softly.

“That I plan to correct very soon, Mi'amore.”

He brushed his lips against her earlobe, she curled her toes along her fingers. Her eyes was closed while he gave a slight smile on seeing the way she had reacted to his touches.

His eyes moved from her closed eyes to her lips. Her heart beat so crazily, she knew it was wrong, but she loved the way it made her feel. His lips against her skin. His hands around her waist. She was meant to be scared but found herself craving for him.Her breathing quickened as he leaned closer, his intention was obvious.

The touch of his lips on hers was soft, barely there. But that was enough to make her entire body tremble and go weak.His second touch was firmer, prying on his lips and kissing her hard. She let him, and not only that, she also kissed him back.

She wasn’t think when her hands lifted to his shoulders, holding on tight.His lips stroked hers instantly, breaking all of her defenses, if she still had anymore. His strong arms wrapped around her soft, and tender body, pulling her to him. Her tits met with his hard chest in a hard thud.

A moan left her lips when he pulled back, and nipped her bottom lip gently with his teeth, before moving in for another kiss.

Another moan escaped from her lips as one of his hands brushed against the side of her tits, before he gave it a light squeeze. He stopped their kiss and she opened her eyes to find him watching her with lust and desire.

“I fucking want to touch you.”

She gulped and nodded. She had wanted him to touch her. She ignored the part of her brain that tried telling her that he was her stalker. That if she didn’t stop this, it would end in something that she couldn’t control.

She wanted him to touch her, she wanted to feel a way that she hadn’t felt for a long time. She wanted him.

“I fucking want you Mi’amore, you do not know the way I feel when ever I see those pesky guys hold unto you, all in the name of modelling. I fucking hate it.”

Heat spread through her entire system as she flushed at what he had said.

“Are you perhaps Jealous?”

“Jealousy is an understatement. I clearly warned you against that but you never heed to it. How I’m I to punish you, Mi’amore?”

She swallowed at the word ‘punishment’.

Her core clenched, and so did her thighs. His hands cascaded down her ass, and she felt a sting at that spot. She winced in pain as she realized that he had spanked her ass and it hurt as hell. She tried wiggling away from him, but he held her tight.

“Take whatever I give you as a means of pleasure, this is just the beginning of your punishment. It will hurt I must say, but you must learn how to take everything I give to you.”

He muttered, and licked her earlobe causing her to moan.

She felt her ass sting in pains as he spank her severely. She finally found the strength to push him away.

He took his gaze to her, and frowned on realizing that tears had strolled down her cheeks.

‘He weak is she, that she can’t handle this little amount of torture?’

“You should leave, all this shouldn’t have happened, it was a mistake.”

She said, and he scoffed.

“A mistake, you loved the way my touch felt against your body, I’m pretty sure that your boyfriend has never made you feel this way.”

He bragged. She glared at him and turned in a bid to leave from him, but he held her back pushing her unto the bed. A loud thud was heard as her back met unto the bed. She winced, and became scared due to the way his facial expression had changed.

“You fucking don’t dare walk away from me, I’m not done talking to you.”

He scowled at her, he didn’t mind the way her facial expression was. He came here to fulfill a mission, and that was to let her know that she was his and no ones.

His hands held unto the thin night gown, and in no minute it was gone from her body. His Adam's apple moved as he stared at her in her naked form.

“Get away from me, what do you think you are doing to me?”

She had her hands placed on her tits while he gave a dry chuckle.

“A minute ago, you were craving for my touch. What happened Mi’amore?”

“You are a fucking psycho, let me go.”

She screamed struggling, but he turned deaf ears as his head bent to her chest. He had his mouth on her nipple, and bit it.

“Fuck.”

She whimpered while his mouth ravished one of her tits.His hands teased the other, twisting her nipple between finger and thumb.

The arousal in which she had felt increased, her core throbbed. She found her hands fumbling with his Zip, but he held unto it.

“Not yet, Mi’amore, not yet.”

*****

Her phone jerked her up. Sitting up, she realized that it was all a dream. The way he had made her feel, his touches, the spanks, everything was just a dream.

“How can she dream of the man whom I haven’t met with, and why did I feel that way?”

She pondered, and roughened her hair with her hands.