“You shouldn’t be staying alone. I’ve talked to a security company, and I’ve hired some bodyguards to come watch over you until this is resolved.”
Her eyes pop up, and then she shakes her head.
“Tag, you don’t need to do that. I’m a big girl. I can handle this. You’ve got far more on your plate to worry about. Just let me deal with this.”
I want to grab her by the shoulders and shake the hell out of her. I don’t know if she doesn’t understand how dangerous this could be, or if she doesn’t want anyone to know how fucking terrified she is.
“It’s already done. Sorry if you don’t like it, but Melanie will kick your ass if you don’t accept it.”
She chews on her bottom lip, and my cock pulsates all the more. I remember that lip being between my teeth. I remember those tits in my mouth. I remember those perfect hips in my hands.
“Excuse me, Ms. Branderwood,” the waitress interrupts. “These just came for you.”
As the lady places a dozen red roses on the table, all the color rushes from Ash’s face, making her pale enough to pass for the living dead. She is terrified, and it’s obvious where these roses just came from.
“No,” she whispers to herself as the woman turns to me.
“Anything to drink, sir?” she asks with an oblivious tone.
“Not just yet. Give us a minute, please.”
Ash stands up and walks briskly toward the restrooms without saying a word. Obviously, this asshole has stalked her every move, and now I definitely can’t let her out of my sight.
I pick up a napkin and use it to lift the card from the roses without tainting the evidence.
Pretty girl with a pretty boy. Too bad that pretty face will be gone before long. Then I bet the pretty boy will leave the not so pretty girl all alone. You deserve to suffer, bitch.
This is sick. Whoever this is, they’re obsessed, and not the way I’m obsessed.
I slip the card in my pocket as I pull out my phone and head toward the waitress.
Handing her a fifty-dollar bill, I murmur, “This should cover Ms. Branderwood’s drink. We’ll be leaving now. Keep the change.”
She smiles, batting her lashes in a flirty manner, but I don’t give a damn about any woman but mine.
I head back and scoop up all her belongings before motioning to the bodyguard at the front entrance. I brought him along to follow Ash home. I'm glad I did.
“Take all this to my car. We’re about to get out of here.”
“Do you need me to get the roses?” he asks.
“Yeah, but don’t leave your prints on them. The police will need to see them. Take them and this by there while I drive Ash home.”
I hand him the napkin-wrapped card, and he accepts it with worry in his eyes.
“Yes, sir.”
I head toward the restrooms, uncertain what to say or do. She’s not going to go through this alone.
***
Ashiara
Right now I’m doing good not to throw up. My arms wobble as I lean over the sink in the bathroom. My whole body is burning up and freezing at the same time. Now Tag will feel sorry for me, and I don’t need his pity.
I need him to leave me alone. He has no idea how crazy about him I am, and he needs someone who can be more casual than I.
I can’t even read the card that sick bastard sent with the roses. I'm sick of all the taunting terror he sends my way. I’m tired of reading about the twisted things he threatens to do.