Though Anya agreed to meet him, he couldn’t stop himself from stalking her, he was parked at the corner of the street to her house, every day. He would watch her from a distance and be content.
He knew he had no right and that he had destroyed what he had with his own hands. The perfect woman couldn’t help him with his imperfection “You did this to yourself!” he whispered to himself as he stared at her resolute back.
Aside from that little mishap in John’s office this morning, the rest of the day went uneventful for Anya. She parked her car and glanced at the spot where she would usually find his car parked, thankfully he wasn’t there “Thank god!”
She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or happy to have one less as$hole to deal with. Just as she stripped down to her lingerie her phone start
