One night, after a bad day, you joined your girls on a night out.

You had spent the night drinking and bar hopping when you met a particularly interesting - and attractive older man - at one of the bars. The air in the bar was a bit different but your drunk mind didn’t take notice of anything other than this interesting man with captivating amber eyes.

After a night of flirtation, one thing led to another and you woke up in his hotel room very early in the morning. He was still sleeping by your side when you got up and scrambled to get your clothes on and get your purse. As you ran out of his hotel room, a weird sensation washed over you when you saw the two men in black standing on either side of his door.

Fast forward a few days, on your way to work, you were stopped by those same men in black as the door to a black Mercedes with blacked out windows opened and he stepped out.

His footsteps were slow as he came to a stop in front of you. His black and grey seemed to glisten under the sun as his eyes locked onto you.

“Are you running from me?”

He asked in a way that didn’t come off intense or threatening but rather curious and slightly offended.