Kalpana Kali [Kali - Pregnant for My Stalker

PREGNANT FOR MY STALKER:

STORY BUNDLE 1

Kalpana Kali

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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are used fictitiously. Any resemblances to actual persons is coincidence.

CONTENTS

PREGNANT FOR MY STALKER 1:

SOPHIES SUBMISSION

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The man watching from the shadows had gray eyes.

Sophie could not tell much more than that. He was tall and seemed to meld with the corners and recesses in which she caught brief glimpses of him from time to time.

Six weeks now she had lived this.

Sophie wondered how dangerous he was. No harmless man would be this obsessed about her.

What did he want!?

Tonight she was in Le Cafe Rouge, sitting in the best-lit spot because she wanted everyone to see her. To notice her in case something happened and she needed help.

He was in the alley opposite, his hooded dark red jacket not quite hiding him against the brick wall. Sophie didnt think he wanted to be hidden.

Excuse me, said a barista at her side, are you Sophia?

She looked up at him, puzzled. Sophie. Why?

Your friend left your phone for you. He said I should give it to you when you came in. The young man pointed at the neckline of her business casual blouse. He described you perfectly, right down to that diamond pendant.

That cant be right. I have my phone with

But the busy barista simply left the phone and went back behind the counter. The phone was a generic smart phonewhite with black trim. There were probably a dozen like it in the cafe right then.

It rang.

Sophie gasped and rocked back in her chair. The ring tone was that old song about strangers in the night. On the caller ID were the words, Answer me, Sophia.

She nervously licked her suddenly dry lips and wiped a hand across her forehead. The command in the words on screen gave her a shivering sense of obedience. Normally, Sophie would be too level-headed to get involved in this kind of weirdness, but now she had an itch to comply. It was as if her stalkers campaign had established his right to tell her what to do.

She pressed the green button, then took a breath and stared at it for a second, working up her courage. Hello, she finally answered, Who is this?

You know who this is. The voice was calm, with a masculine edge of steel running through it.

Sophie looked over at the alley. No one was visible. But in the dark, who was to say what that alley held?

What do you want? she said into the phone, fingering her pendanta $5000 gift from her fiance.

Theres a door near the back of the cafe, the firm voice said. The writing on it says Staff Only. Go through it and

You cant just order me to go where you want.

Go through it and take the stairs. Turn left at the top and exit the building.

The line went dead. Was this a joke?

No. That voice was dead serious. And its commanding tone was almost hypnotic in the way it made Sophie want to please its owner by doing as the man said. But he could be setting her up for murder or worse.

She hesitated and found that unbearable. Sophie knew the man on the other end would not be patient. OK, she messaged him. Im going. But Im letting my friend Janice know where I am. Dont try anything funny.

As she walked to the back, looking around, Sophie dialed her best friend.

Hey, Sophie.

Janice, listen. Somethings happened with that guy. The one with the hoodie.

He spoke to you?! asked Janice.

Kind of. He called me in Cafe Rouge and gave me these weird instructions to go somewhere.

Oh my God, did you call John?

No, hes got a church thing tonight.

Dont move. Ill be right over and

Im already going, said Sophie, halfway up the dark stairs.

You cant do that. The police dont know who this guy is. If anything happens we wont know where you are.

Its upstairs of the cafe. Not far. I dont think hes going to hurt me. Not really.

Not really? Are you listening to yourself?

I have to go, Janice. Ill call you in fifteen minutes to let you know whats happening.

There was a wide double door cracked open to the left. Sophie rubbed her fingers together and then pushed it open. A garden terrace revealed itself. In the summer air the plants were vibrant even with just the faint light of a few lanterns at the corners. Within the space were a half dozen unoccupied tables. A stone rail ran around the outside and the man in the hood sat on it with a knee drawn up.

The combination was strange: he exuded a dangerous aura, but the cocky pose made him seem youthful and playful. He hopped down and said, My darling, Sophia. I am glad you came. He indicated one of the tables where two cups of coffee sat.

My name is Sophie.

No, Sophia is a much better name for you. Its more musical.

Weirder and weirder.

Cautiously, Sophie circled the table. This is a cappuccino with strawberries and nutmeg. How do you know what I drink? How did you even get this up here?

Sophies stalker sat and pulled his hood back. His hair was gloriously blond. His face showed the transition between an impish youth and a thoughtful, mature man, with a touch of dimples and penetrating eyes. Sit, Sophia.

She did as he bid, looking at her coffee. What if its drugged? She could see herself waking up somewhere tied up and chained. No thanks.

But why was she feeling goosebumps of pleasure at the image of being bound by this man? Why was her crotch getting wet at this whole situation?

Heres your phone back, she said.

The stalker took it and sipped from his cup while looking at her, amused.

Not wanting to be a coward, Sophie drank, swallowing too much and burning her throat.

So who are you? she asked. Dont I get a name at least?

I cant tell you my name. And who I am is not important.

I have to call you something, said Sophie, examining his handsome face for clues.

Call me Eros.

Eros?

Youre a smart girl, Sophia. Surely you remember the story of Eros and Psyche.

Sure. He married her and visited her only at night to make love to her, all without her ever seeing his face or knowing who he was.

Putting that art history degree to good use I see.

How do you know all this about me? My pendant, my education, what coffee I drink...Its fucking scary. I mean what do you want from me?

A child. I will father a child with you, Sophia.

A what? You dont even know me and you want to have a kid with me?

I think Ive proven that I know you quite well.

Its not the same

Eros held up a finger, the certainty and command in his body language making Sophie fall silent. He said, Ever since the moment I first saw you, I have loved you. You are the perfect woman, fit for a king and certainly fit to be mother to my children.

Child ren now? This guy had some serious confidence. Not at all misplaced of course. He had a seductively forceful way about him, like reality meant nothing compared to his desires.

You stalk me for six weeks and now suddenly you set up a rooftop rendezvous and drop demands on me?

I had to be sure of the timing. Tonight, youre ovulating.

She stared at him in shock. She was awed by his dedication to knowing her and creeped out at the idea of him spying on her most personal matters.

For the first time that night, Sophie felt unsafe in a concrete way. She said, You understand I have a boyfriend, right? A fiance. Were getting married in two mon