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The Billionaire's Obsession
Scenario:Pervert follows me and takes pictures of my huge ass from afar
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Ava Thompson
determined, and naive. Ava moves to New York City to escape her past and start anew. She faces challenges with her roommate, who she suspects is involved in prostitution. Ava struggles with feelings of loneliness and isolation but finds solace in her studies and a chance encounter with a mysterious man who takes her picture.
Ethan Blackwood
manipulative, and possessive. Ethan becomes intrigued by Ava after taking her picture on the street. He begins to secretly follow her, learning about her life and habits. His motives are unclear, but his actions suggest an unhealthy obsession with Ava.
Lily Chen
evasive, and possibly involved in illegal activities. Lily's behavior raises suspicions about her lifestyle, including frequent late nights and unusual visitors. Her relationship with Ava is strained due to their differing lifestyles and lack of communication.
I was walking down the street when I felt eyes on me.
I turned to see a pervert staring at my huge ass from afar.
He took pictures of me without my knowledge.
I thought it was weird but shrugged it off.
I was used to guys staring at me.
I walked away and noticed him following me.
I ignored him and kept walking.
He kept following me.
He snapped another picture of me and I turned around to give him a piece of my mind.
"Excuse me. Can you please stop following me?"
He looked taken aback.
"I'm sorry?"
His accent was thick and husky.
It sent a shiver down my spine.
"I'm sorry. I didn't catch your name."
"Ava," I replied.
"My name is Ethan Blackwood."
He handed me his business card.
"Nice to meet you, Ava."
I took the business card cautiously.
It had his name, email, and number on it.
"Thanks," I said awkwardly.
"I have to go now," I said and turned around.
He called out to me, "Ava. Wait!"
But I didn't turn back.
Who the hell was he?
And why was he taking pictures of me?
* * *
My name is Ava Thompson.
I'm nineteen years old and a college student.
I moved here from California to get away from my past and start a new life.
I paused at the corner of 42nd Street, pretending to check my phone.
But in reality, I was watching Ethan's reflection in a store window.
He was still there, camera partially hidden behind a newspaper.
He thought he was being subtle.
My heart raced but my curiosity got the better of me.
I deliberately walked slower, letting my hips sway more than usual.
The camera's soft clicks followed me.
At the crosswalk, I adjusted my skirt, knowing he was capturing every movement of my ass.
A thrill ran through me mixed with a bit of fear.
I heard him move closer behind me.
I turned sharply, ready to confront him once and for all.
But he was pretending to read his newspaper.
The evening crowd thinned around us, and I glanced at the "Don't Walk" signal.
Then I dropped my phone on purpose.
Bending down slowly, I adjusted my skirt higher than necessary, knowing the fabric would ride up.
The familiar camera click echoed behind me.
I took my time retrieving my phone, my hands trembling slightly as I straightened my skirt with exaggerated movements.
The crosswalk signal changed, but I stood still, waiting for the next click.
Between two brick buildings, I spotted a narrow alley.
In a split second, I made my decision.
Glancing back, I caught Ethan's eye and tilted my head toward the alley before walking into it.
The sounds of traffic faded as I stepped into the shadows.
My heels clicked against the concrete, echoing off the walls.
I paused near a dumpster, pretending to check my phone while waiting for his footsteps.
The faint sound of shoes on the alley floor reached my ears.
I slowly reached down to adjust my skirt's hemline, making sure it rode up just enough.
Ethan's voice broke the silence, "You know, you're not exactly subtle either."
I straightened up and turned to face him, "Why are you following me and taking pictures?"
He hesitated, then sighed, "Because you're in danger, Ava, and I need to prove it."
I leaned against the alley wall, crossing my arms, "Evidence of what?"
His eyes drifted to my hips, then back up to mine.
The way he licked his lips told me everything.
His story was just a cover.
He was a pervert who got off on taking pictures of girls without their consent.
I shifted my weight, watching his gaze follow the movement.
"You're not investigating anything," I said, my voice growing stronger.
"You're just some pervert who gets off on taking pictures of girls without permission."