“Brando?” Dasha was utterly shocked when she found her ex-boyfriend behind the door instead of Desmond.
She was thoroughly disappointed that she scowled at him.
“How did you know my address?” she demanded, tightening her grip on the doorknob and putting one foot behind the door, just in case he would force his way in.
“It doesn’t matter, does it? No matter where you are, Dasha, I’ll know,” he replied with a hair-raising smile.
Dasha could feel that non-existent thing slithering down her spine. However, she appeared to not be frightened of him. He was just one crazy person she could handle. She was able to do it these past years, she sure could handle him now. That was what she believed.
“You’re really crazy, Brando. We’re over! So, stop chasing me!”
“Who was that man?” he asked in a
