Away From My Mr Wrong: Finding Love in Unexpected Ways

"BUT I have to pay you somehow." Charlotte retorted sharply, in disgust, Wesley looked around making sure no one was eavesdropping on their conversation.

"Pay me? Haha, you can never. I know your family's debt record. You can never, Charlotte." This was the first time he called her name without adding a 'miss'.

Charlotte felt a wave of shame wash over her body. With this man, she had no privacy. How did he get to know this much about her? She had no closure at all. With this statement, she concluded he knew about their house debts and other incurred debts due to her mom's condition.

Her Grandmother had also incurred debts to run her thrift store and the rent was due.

"The student loan? The government keeps deducting their money every month from your pay. What exactly are you working for?" Wesley dropped the bomb at this point.

Charlotte shivered, she felt the goosebumps grow around her body. He had done his assignment well. From that moment she knew, Wesley wasn't a man to be tolled with.

"You were the one who hired those men?" She asked looking sternly into his eyes, she had the apron off her waist and was now sitting face to face with him.

"Smart girl!" Wesley smirked.

The men she referred to were the ones who had fought those customers who tried to harass her.

"Yes," he said. "Yes, Miss Charlotte, yes." He took down yet another shot.

He smacked his lips and then looked at her confused expression. He laughed.

"How stupid of you to think you could live a normal life after news of you keeps spreading around? Which of course is of your own doing." He said and she pursed her lips.

That demolition incident was still spreading rather widely.

"And you cannot remain the same after encountering me." He added. "It's not safe out here. You should have been dead by now. I'm not kidding. My men still follow you around." he looked like he wasn't lying and Charlotte felt chills.

She always had the feeling that someone, or rather, some people, were tailing her but she never caught a single person. His men were too smooth.

They were so good at their job.

'Ah, this explains the fight the other night.'

While she was going home, she heard a group of guys fighting. Though she was scared and it was dark, she took a peek.

They looked like thugs. And because of that, she decided to leave and not get dragged into whatever that was.

So, those were his men... Fending off people who were after her?

But why are people after her?

Was it because she tried to stop the demolition? It was just a one time thing and it was a mistake on her path. A stupid decision she made out of desperation.

She pursed her lips and looked at Wesley who had his eyes dangerously on her.

She gulped.

With those eyes... It was almost like he could see right through her soul.

"You're probably wondering why people want you dead." He said, hitting the nail on the head. "It's quite simple. It's because... They think you have a connection to me. And because of that... They want to use you to get to me." He said and rested his back. "Haha, it's either that or there are some jealous girls gritting their teeth that I found interest in a new kitty." He said to her confusion.

"Kitty?"

"So, Miss Charlotte, let's not waste any more time."