Chapter 112
Thn. This is exactly what I was afraid of–prople staring at me everywhere I go. Or more like staring at this hulk of a man tailing behind me.
The moment we stepped into the office building. Ielt their gazes latch onto me. Conversations hushed, eyes ilarter away when I glanced around, bur I could still feel their curiosity thick in the air. I didn’t blame them, not entirely. It wasn’t every day that someone like me walked in with a six- foot–phis, broad–shouldered, no–nonsense muan trading behind her like an overprotective sludow.
When we reached the reception, Mas stepped forward, his presence imposing as he leaned down and spoke to April, the receptionist. His voice was too low for me treatch, but whatever he said made April’s expression shift to one of wary sunderstanding. She nodded quickly, reached into a strawer, and handed him an access card.
1 sighed inwardly.
So Cillum had already spoken in Aiden and made all the arrangements. That meant Aiden knew the stalker situation had escalated. Fantastic, Another very exciting event I had to look forward to explaining this entire mess to him. I could already picture the questions, the brooding conoren masked under his usual impassivity. He was going to make a big deal out of it. Hell, even I knew this was a big deal, but Aiden would make it worse by demunding details and throwing solutions at me before I could even process my own feelings
Pushing those thoughts aside, I walked to my office, my heels clicking against the polished floor. Max followed without a word, his presence a solid wall of silent vigilance
Once we reached my office, he stopped at the door. “I can wait outside.”
I turned to him with a frown. “For what I don’t get off until five in the evening.“
“Tam aware, Mc. Davis”
My frown deepened, my brain processing what he meant. Then it clicked. He planned to stand guard at my door the entire day. The enure workday.
I let out a long, tired sigh. “Just come inside.
He hesitated, but eventually followed.
As I dropped my bag onto my desk and sank into my chair, I felt the exhaustion of the past few days catch up to me. The sleepless nights, the anxiety, the sheer paranoia that had begun to wrap around my existence like an invisible cage. It was all too much, but I wasn’t going to break down. Not here. Not now.
“Hey, what happ–
Mia, who had just stepped inside my office, cur herself off mid–sentence the moment she saw Max. Her eyes darted between me and him, her expression shifting from curiosity to cautious confusion. I could almost see the gears turning in her head as she tried to figure out what was happening
“I come back later,” she said quickly, already turning on her heels to leave.
“No No Come back here.” I called after larr, sighing as I leaned baik in my chair.
She hesitated, then walked in her steps unsure. Her eyes flickered to Max again, skepticism and curiosity battling for dominance.
To that my coffee?” I asked, hulding out a hand expectantly.
“slar said, sull rycing Max warily as she handed me the cup
Thank you. Youre a lifesaver” I took a sip, the warmth. ark ome distraction from everything else.
sappening?” Mu asked, arms folding across her chest.
“Ola, he’s Max My bodyguard.” I said it as ramally as I condd, but there was no way to make that statement sound nommal.
not “Morning” Hu vidce was deep rough around the edges, but not unkind.
Dia lilinked, “Hodyguard?
u can sit down, you know I told Max. linwsing tu igoare the clear disbeliet in Miss a tome.
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Chapter 112
I rolled my eyes. “First of all, stop calling me Ms. Davis. It’s Erica
May didn’t react immediately. He simply studied me for a moment before giving a brief nod. “Okay”
I sighed.
“And please, sit down. I can’t have you on your feet all day for the next, I don’t know how many days”
For a moment. Max seemed reluctant, but after a brief pause, he finally moved toward the stall couch against the wall. When he sat down, the couch looked almost comically small compared to him. His large frame took up most of the space, and I couldn’t help but arch a brow at the way the furniture seemed to shrink under his weight. Yet, he still maintained his usual rigid posture, as if prepared to spring into action at any moment.
“I hope my confusion is clear on my face, Mia interjected, raising a brow.
I took another sip of my coffee before finally giving her the full story, “I have a stalker.“)
Her
Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened, her posture stiffening slightly. “Flower guy?”
I let out a humorless laugh. “He’s upgraded to picture guy.”
Mia’s frown deepened. “What picture
I hesitated, the weight of my own words pressing down on me. “My picture. Pictures.” My voice dropped, suddenly feeling too vulnerable saying it out loud. “”“1 got a delivery on Tuesday. He sent me a bunch of my pictures. He had clicked me going about my day, working, shopping…
I trailed off, unable to finish, but I didn’t have to. The look on Mia’s face said everything.
Her eyes widened in alarm, her grip tightening on the coffee cup she was holding.
“Holy shit Eries”
I nodded, swallowing the lump in my throat
Yeah. Holy shit was right.
