Chapter 3

I turned around and stared at my stalker then I walked out of the office. I hurriedly collect my things from the desk and then exit the building without any further complications. I didn't need to be the girl getting kicked out of Mason and Sons, that would forever be with me if I did because stains don't leave, they stay. .... I let the tears fall as I walked the busy streets of New York City. Persons past by me and gave weird looks but I ignored them. I didn't care what strangers who I will never see again think of me. All I cared about was what I think of me and at this moment my self-esteem was at it's poorest. Why do bad things always happen to good people? All I can think about is what am I going to do, my rent was too expensive, food for my dog. Hell! Food for myself. Jeans will probably put me out his apartment if I can't pay the bill. What am I going to do? Just as I'm about to enter the subway, I heard someone shout my name. I turned to see Mr. Carter running to me. Not him again! What does he want? He made me lose my job, my life couldn't get worse than it already is now. I didn't wait until he reached me. I turned, ignoring his calls and entered the subway. Halfway on the steps, I felt someone grip my hands. I turned around to see no one but the Sexy Beast himself. That fit him, sexy beast. He was sexy, and he was the beast he made me lose my job. "What do you want from me? Haven't you done enough?" I shouted at him. His light brown eyes staring into my greenish-greyish ones. He had beautiful eyes. I could see them clearly now without the sunglasses covering them. But I don't care. I don't care how sexy he was or how beautiful his eyes are. He made me lose my job. "I can help you," his voice calm like he didn't care that he was the reason I was jobless. "You come with me to the coffee shop across the street and I'll tell you why I'm here." Mr. Carter stated. I stand there looking at him not sure what to say. It was only couple minutes after one and I didn't anything to do at home, so I might as well listened to the great reason he had for making me lose my job. "Okay, but don't try anything I have a teaser, and I'm not afraid to use it." I glared him in the eyes and remove my arms from his grip. "Let's go," I accepted his offer because I also needed to know why he keeps calling me Alliyah. Why did he mistake me for that bitch? I stared out the window of the café as I sat in silence. The space between me and Mr. Carter was tense, and he hasn't opened his mouth since we sat and it got me wondering. Why the hell would he want to talk me after he just ruined my life? "Are you.." I was interrupted when the waiter came to the table. "May I take your orders?" He asked in a polite manner, I looked up at him and gave him a friendly smile. "Hey, Richard. I'd like a dark coffee please." Richard has been the longest working staff at this café. Sometimes on my way home, I'd stop by at get a few pastries and he was always nice to me. "One black coffee coming up," he smiled at me before turning to my stalker at said, "And you sir, what may I get you?" Without looking up at the waiter he spoke. "I'm fine, thanks." When Richard moved away, I started to ask my question again. "Are you.." "What kind.." We spoke spontaneously. "You go first, after all, you brought me here, there must be a reasonable explanation for you making me lose my job," I said still looking at my stalker. His hand was folded on the table as he stared at me with hatred. Even though all the dark looks, he was giving me he still looked hella handsome. "Ms. Bisson, what kind of woman are you? Do you just sleep with a man, get pregnant and leave the child? Ugh?" my stalker said. I looked at him with raised brows but didn't comment. I stay silent and he realized so he continued. "Why did you leave the child at my office?" Now that got my attention. "What?" I shouted a bit too loud. I received looks from persons around me and I held my head down in shame. I will not lose my temper because of his man. I looked up back at him and whispered. "What are you talking about? I've never seen you in my whole twenty-six years of my life only yesterday when you were stalking me and today. So, dude, you have the wrong person. Try and look somewhere else for your baby mother, because I'm not her." At that, I remembered him calling me Alliyah. He had probably mistaken me for her. What a fool! He doesn't even know who he spelt with. "I didn't say you were." his voice dead. "What?" I was too confused to even know what he was walking about, after all, he wasn't really showing many emotions, just the intense look in his eyes. "You didn't get pregnant by me, I'm not that careless. I'm not careless enough to have unprotected sex with gold-diggers like yourself. The child is my father's." He said in a shape note. I couldn't but laugh. It's not every day a stranger accuses you of sleeping with his father and getting pregnant and not every day a poor person like me is called a gold-digger either. I sobered up and looked into his eyes, knowing exactly what the problem was now.