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I take a breath and look at the text.
Unknown:
Do you enjoy being his whore?
The next message comes in. A picture of Coop and me kissing in the lobby from a while ago.
Unknown:
It’s not like you’re the first or the last to fall for the playboy.
A video is attached.
“I can’t.” It’s too much. Every time he sends audio or video, it’s me being exposed in an intimate moment and it takes another piece of me.
Closing my eyes, I hold out my phone to Blake. He takes it.
“Coop.” My voice comes from my phone.
“Open your eyes, goddess. See what I see.” Coop’s voice follows, but both of our voices are whispers. The night of the benefit. When Coop led me off after Seth arrived with Elizabeth.
Blake shuts it off. I glance at him. His fist clenches and opens.
“He’s fucking irresponsible.” The elevator doors open, and Blake storms out and into the apartment.
I hurry after him in time to see him drop my phone in front of Coop.
“You fucking asshole. We never should have let you take her to the benefit.” Blake barely contains his anger.
Coop lifts my phone and I see us on the screen over his shoulder. His hand is beneath my gold dress and I’m pressed against him in front of the mirror.
My breath catches and I grab the back of a chair before I go down completely. Blake’s hand grabs my elbow to steady me. He helps me sit in the chair.
It’s one more thing. One more piece of me stolen by the stalker. It’s too much. This whole thing is too much.
A notification pops up.
Unknown:
Soon, little one.
Chapter 143
Risk Management
Madison
Words buzz around me. But I’m not present anymore. Physically, I’m at this table. Dinner sits mostly untouched before us. But mentally, I’m trying to search my memories to recall if I saw anyone at the benefit when we were in that hallway. Was I so wrapped up in Coop that I didn’t see someone filming us?
His words. His touch. It’s easy to get caught up in any of my guys.
I’m aware of the guys watching the video and blaming Coop for his exhibitionist tendencies. For being caught fucking with me not once but twice at the benefit. I can’t focus on it though, because I’m lost.
Whoever the stalker is, this person has access to me. He filmed me in my apartment. Had my roommate take pictures of me. He even got past security in this building at least twice and bugged our conference room. He has the money to get to me no matter where I am.
The urge to run pulses through me like an adrenaline rush. How far would I have to run though? Where could I hide from someone if I don’t even know who I’m hiding from?
Even if I could run away, would he just follow me? Or would I have to run forever? Keep running to stay one step ahead?