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Her composure mirrored mine as she continued to search for her answers instead of responding to mine. From the moment I found out about her stalker, I drove straight to her apartment. I wasn’t going to let another minute roll by with her life in danger.
The longer I sat there with her indifference toward what was happening with this son of a bitch, the angrier I became thinking about how this motherfucker could have hurt her more than he already was.
My thoughts raced.
My hands fisted.
I resisted the urge to hit something.
My temper wasn’t anything that changed throughout the years. If anything, it only got worse the older I became. Fighting was always second nature to me. It didn’t matter how many times I got in trouble at school or with my family. It gave me a sense of control in a moment when someone was trying to steal it from me.
For years, fighting was my source of adrenaline. It was a vicious cycle I reveled in, savoring every second of it while I could. Fighting was my outlet, an act that allowed me to take out the frustrations I’d gathered over the years.
It wasn’t normal by any means. I knew how fucked it was. Now that I was older, I used a punching bag instead of someone’s face. Sometimes I hit that bag three or four times a day, depending on how much pressure was on me that day to get the job done.
It was why I usually stayed at the same penthouses all over the world. They’d accommodate my needs for a punching bag in my suite. It was how I stayed on top in an industry where everyone was trying to take me down.
One by one, my irrational thoughts of what could have happened to Paige bled into each other. There was no way in hell she wasn’t moving in with me. Now more than ever, she needed my protection. Her safety wasn’t something I ever took lightly.
After all, I was the man who made sure every cock all through high school and college didn’t come in her direction. For what felt like the longest time, she hated me for it. But the truth was, she fucking adored it.
In my final attempt to create some sort of bridge between us, I replied to her question, “I had my PI investigate you.”
“Wow,” she breathed out. Completely unhinged. “You have a lot of nerve. Why are you having me investigated?”
“What choice did you give me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. Typically, when someone ignores your calls, texts, and emails it means they want nothing to do with you.”
“You and I both know I’m not made like that.”
“Yeah, it’s just one of your never ending bad qualities. Not only did you break into my home, but you’re also invading my privacy? What the fuck?”
“Enough with the dramatics, Cherry. How long have you had a stalker?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“I’m making it my business. Now answer my question before I lose the last bit of patience I have with you.”
“With me?” she exclaimed. “You think this is my fault? I didn’t ask for a stalker, Adrian.”
“Up until three months ago you didn’t do a damn thing about it, so I’ll ask you again, when did it begin?”
“I thought it would go away.”
Although I didn’t show it, I was blown away by her response. “You think a stalker is just going to disappear? You’re smarter than that. Why didn’t you report this to the authorities sooner?”
“I already told you. I thought it would go away.”
“How long, Paige?”
“I’ll only tell you if you stop using that tone with me.”
“Paige…”
“Yes! That one!”
Taking a deep breath to compose myself, I questioned again more calmly. “How long, Cherry?”
