Not Dumb.

"I must admit, you aren't that bad looking," he said with a dangerous smirk that sent a shiver down my spine.

I stiffened and shifted on the couch. If there was anywhere I should be, it was certainly far away from this stalker. Ignoring him, I looked around searching for Mr. Lawson. I tightened my grip on my knees. Mr Lawson was supposed to be done by now so where was he?

Obviously aware of the sheer fact that I was trying to get away from him, he moved close to me. He was so close that I felt his body touching mine; it accelerated the spider-crawling-on-your-skin sensation I was feeling.

He leaned close to my ear and whispered, "don't tell me a reputable man like Richard hired a dumb caretaker."

His stinky breath fanned my earlobe making it itched. I hissed under my breath and moved further away from him. I didn't know the man, but something told him he was kind of close to Mr. Lawson, but they weren't on good terms with each other. I wasn't the one who told him that Mr. Lawson and I were married so he shouldn't approach me and talked to me like I had offended him or something. I chose not to clarify anything to him because he doesn't look like someone who wanted to know more than he assumed, besides, everything about him screamed danger. Who knows, he could be the man stalking my family!

I latched my bag and darted my gaze around the room, waiting for the right moment to dash away from the creepy man who clearly wasn't intending to let me be anytime soon. I didn't like how I felt around him. He looked like one of those men who prey on women and drew out their weakness in order to be able to control them.

Taking a deep breath, I turned and glared at him. "I'm not dumb," I said. "I just know when to talk unlike the dense man I'm looking at."

He arched his brow at me, looking amused. "Oh! So, you can talk?!" He exclaimed. "And you are a feisty one at that!"

"Leave me alone if not I will scream," I challenged him.

He chuckled at my challenge. "Do that and everyone here will just assume that you are insane," he egged me with a hint of mockery in his voice.

"What do you want?" I hissed at him.

He smirked at my question and looked down at my chest. A corner of his mouth quirked as he said, "your breasts are huge, did you do breast implants?"

I quickly crossed my hands against my chest and widened my eyes in fright. "What? How dare you?!" I hissed out loud. "You have no right to talk to me like that!" I snapped at him, feeling exposed being questioned like that.

He snickered. "Aren't you one of his slut?" he proclaimed. "So, why should I talk to you differently?"

I grimaced, feeling irritated. "Are you out of your mind?!"

He called me a slut… worst of all, Mr. Lawson's slut. How dare he? For a man in a refined suit, he was such a shame to all the gentlemen out there.

"Did I say anything that sounded weird?" He asked casually.

I blinked. The audacity.

"Yes!" I said. "Right now, you are talking like a mad man!"

He smirked. "You are feisty, I like it," he admitted. "Follow me home and I will make you feel like a queen. Besides, I'm more of a man than Richard and I'm obviously not crippled like him." Dismissing my icy glare, he stretched his hand to my hair. He tangled some of my curls around his finger and locked his eyes on me. "So, how do you like that?"

I stood up, I couldn't stand being close to him anymore. Everything about him disgusted me; the acidic stench of alcohol that reeked from his breath whenever he talked, the way he kept on looking at my body like it was a wrap of gift he couldn't wait to unravel and how he regarded Mr Lawson like he was an irresponsible man who slept around with various women.

I snorted. This man belonged to the zoo because he was a huge shame to humanity. He was so annoying and lacked the proper etiquette to talk to a lady!

"Get your filthy hands off her!"

Before I could recognize the voice, in a flash, I caught sight of a fist punching the man, viciously, on his face. His head rolled to the side as he fell off the couch and landed on the tiled floor with a thud. Terrified, my hands quaked as blood oozed from the man's nose.

He held the handle of the couch as he struggled to stand up. Thick blood dripped down from the bottom of his chin and crimsoned his white shirt. He quickly used his other hand to cover his bleeding nose.

He shivered. "I'm bleeding! Shit, I'm bleeding!" the man screamed, looking frightened. "Someone help! Oh my gosh! Ahh! Ahh!"