Chapter Eight
Gavin
She was perfect, and I didn’t ever want to fucking let her go. Natalia laid naked curled up in my arms. Her body was warm and languid next to mine.
I never expected her to want to ride me her first time out, but god, she had been magnificent when she found her pace. She was so brave and beautiful. The slow steady fucking lasted a long time, it was almost painful by the time we both went over the edge, but eventually she got us both there.
Zeke barked from the other room, so I got up and slid out of bed. Sleep had claimed us both so thoroughly after our orgasms that neither of us moved afterward. I slept better than I had in a long time, so I felt rested and got up to go find some clothes. I needed to let Zeke out and get us some breakfast.
I looked back at Natalia’s sleeping body, shaking my head in awe that she actually wanted me as much as I wanted her, and she needed a Daddy as much as I needed a Little.
I grabbed my boxers from the floor and slipped them on, then quietly left the bedroom. Zeke was sitting in the hallway. He started turning in circles, his way of telling me to hurry he had to pee. “I’m coming, Buddy,” I whispered and went into the bedroom to grab some warm clothes.
I needed to check out how much snow was dumped on us overnight. If it was passable, then I would expect that her family would be here soon to see her. If not, I would make her breakfast and maybe get a repeat performance of last night—maybe a few repeat performances.
I opened the back door and let Zeke out into the fenced-in backyard. He would have fun running out there and let me know when he was ready to come back in. I checked the perimeter and then used my phone to check on the streets. The storm dumped a lot of snow, but as soon as the plows went to work, her parents would be back to see her.
In the meantime, we needed to eat and get moving. I looked in the fridge and grabbed the bacon and eggs. After our exertions the night before, she would need to replenish her energy. The food was almost done when Zeke scratched at the back door. I went to let him in and saw Natalia coming down the hallway, dressed as a giraffe again. Her cheeks flushed red when our eyes met, and I couldn’t keep myself from going over and giving her a kiss. She was gorgeous, and I felt something deep within me shift. Natalia Hughes owned me—my heart, body, and soul.
“Good morning, Princess,” I said closing the door and ignoring the snow that Zeke had brought back in with him. “Sleep well?” I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her against my body. My dick was already stirring with interest.
“For the first time in forever, yes.” She sighed and laid her head on my chest.
My phone went off, and I gave Natalia a quick kiss before moving to answer it. Elijah’s face popped up on the screen, so I answered. “Yeah?”
“We've got trouble, Gavin. She was seen. Someone posted the picture on social media and tagged her stating that they love her new look.”
“Fuck.”
“Yeah. Someone knows she’s back in Alberta, and if they know her real name, it won’t be hard for them to track her down.”
“Hold on,” I said into the phone as I looked over at Natalia who had moved to the stove to finish the breakfast I’d started. “Nat, who all knows your real name?”
“Quite a few people know. My agent, some photographers, some models. It’s not exactly a world class secret, but it’s not widely known either. If someone wanted to find out, they just have to ask the right person.” She turned to look at me, “Why?”
“Hopefully it’s nothing,” I said knowing it wasn’t. That fucking picture was going to come back on us. I just knew it. Luckily, they caught the back of my head and I was unrecognizable, or we’d have a stalker and a group of bikers after us. “Did you hear?” I asked when I stepped away from her.
“Yeah. This fucker knows her last name already if he knows where she lived. The last roses and note were delivered to her apartment, not one of her sets or shows.”
I angrily threaded my fingers through my hair. Yeah, he knew her last name. “I know you were trying to find out about the notes that were sent to her. Did you get copies of them yet?”
“Just the last one, and no wonder she ran. This guy is one sick fuck.”
“Tell me.”
“It’s a perversion of a quote by Edgar Allan Poe, ‘Sometimes I’m scared of my own heart; of its constant hunger for you. The way it stops and starts.’ Like I said, sick fucker. He will come after her, it’s not a matter of if, but when.
“Do me a favor. Monitor all the people traveling from LAX to Edmonton or Fort McMurray. Cross reference those people with the entertainment and fashion industry. If he comes here, he’ll come that way.”
“You think he’s going to come that quick?”
“I’m going to make damn sure he does.”
“What are you thinking, Gavin?”
“I’m going to blow my own cover and kill two birds with one fucking stone.”
I angrily ran my hand through my hair. This fucker terrified my girl, and I wanted him to pay. As for the mole that leaked my identity, I had my suspicions about who it was, and if I played this right, I would force the asshole out of hiding. The MC was a minor problem compared to the mole inside the Mounties. They thought I was dead, that’s why I was in hiding. The only person that knew I was still alive was Elijah, the mole thought he got away with it. He would know that the MC was being watched, so they couldn’t take care of the loose end. The only way he was going to get rid of me was to come and do it himself.
“You want me to watch who’s traveling from more than just LAX don’t you?”
“Yes. He will have to fly. A car would take too long, and I bet he’d be noticed if he was away for any length of time, so he’ll have to fly. Watch for any familiar faces.”
“What are you planning to do to draw them both out?”
I looked over my shoulder and saw Natalia standing there looking at me with wide eyes. She’d been listening to my conversation, but it didn’t matter. She needed to know what was going on, what I was planning.
“I’m marrying a supermodel.”