Bab 210: A Stalker

Demyan 

It was late at night when I heard a knock on my door. I had already ordered room service hours before so I could not say it was them but maybe they were here to collect the tray. I saved my work on my laptop before I stood up then walked to the door with a loud yawn as I stretched. 

I scratched my bare stomach as I unlocked the door, not even bothering to look into the peep hole. Security would have never allowed anyone close to my suite if it was a threat. 

Yet as I pulled the heavy wooden door open, I realised some threats did not need to have guns in order to completely leave you standing in pain, because before me stood Ethan dressed in a black tracksuit, a long matching coat, navy blue sneakers and a beanie over his head.