UNKNOWN POV
"Stop staring at me in that manner. If you weren't stalking me, then you wouldn't be here." She murmured, a fixed glare on her face.
William Langford extended a brow in the woman he had indeed followed to the clubhouse. "It's public property." He answered.
He wasn't stalking her, he promised. But when he had caught sight of her in the pharmacy earlier, he had been captivated by her. It wasn't his first time going to that place, but it was his first time meeting her.
She was beautiful. Even though she had worn ridiculous cat print pajamas outside with her hair barely done, her face scrubbed free of makeup…she still looked perfect.
This woman wasn't the kind of woman that easily caught his attention at first glance, but she did. He couldn't help but wonder what exactly was fascinating about her that he couldn't stop looking at her.
She shrugged, taking her drink and downing it in one gulp. "More!" She told the bartender.
"Coming!" He answered her happily.
