Song of the Chapter: Seven Devils - Florence + the Machine
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"Can't he stop being paranoid?"
The corner of Morel's mouth pulls up. Apparently so. "Give him some slack Mr. Reese. The man is in love with you and is going crazy because of the same reason." He advises me.
"He made you follow me, isn't he?' I lob an accuse stare at him from my new iPhone. I don't believe this. When we weren't talking for those weeks Morel had become my stalker.
His lips straighten as he taps on the wheel. I give him time to think about his answer, but I can tell by the look on his face that he knows I've got him. "Tony, Mr Blackburn is going through a mess right now. The council is at his back, the Rykov is making threat calls. You cannot blame him for being a little worried. This left, right?"
"Yes, this one." I reply and he takes a left turn. "So what's your excuse for all of the other times he's stalked me?"
"I don't have one," he answers candidly, the corner tipping up again. "Those times he was just a crazy mother fucker, excuse my language."
I laugh and Morel joins me, his neck retracting just how I like it. "Don't you get bored?" I ask, thinking that he must see me as a royal pain in the ass. This definitely can't be in his job description.
"No," He quits with the laughing and turns to me, smiling fondly. "Your crazy Alpha isn't the only one who cares about you, Tony."
I have to press my lips together before my stupid pregnant emotions get the better of me and I let out an embarrassing sob. I know Larry won't appreciate it. "You and Larry are a baggage deal I've to suffer for the rest of my life." I shrug his affection off because I know he'll appreciate that, and his quiet laugh confirms it.
The car has stopped. Taking a deep breath, I lean forward to get out. "Are you going to wait outside for me?' I ask Morel playfully.
Morel purses his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk. "No, Mr Blackburn has a meeting around six at the Skyline so I'll go pick him from BT." He ducks glancing at the building though the windshield and twist his neck to me. I follow his eye and slip out of the car. "Are you sure this is your destination?"
People sidestep me, taxis, a shiny black SUVs zoom past our Bentley, and the chaos of LA saturates my hearing. I glimpse up, again. "Yeah." I sigh before looking down at Morel. "My clients are moneybags." I joke collecting my work case and iPhone.
His laughter rumbles inside the car pulling a smile on my lips. "If your possessive man needs me to collect you, I'll give you a heads up." He touches his two fingers to his forehead giving me a small salute. "Have a good day."
"Sure. Thanks, man." I laugh softly and shut the door taking a step back. The car engine reeves and the Bentley veers into the traffic. Slipping on my glasses, I tweak the corner adjusting it on my nose.
"Here goes nothing," I whisper on deep sigh and hurry through the chaos of rush-hour pedestrian traffic before walking into the building and heading to the elevator. Soon the elevator takes me up and stops at the seventeenth floor. I step off and walk down the hall.
God, why am I so nervous?
Maybe more deep breaths are in order. I take several—in, out, in, out—and continuing on my stride and looking at each door for apartment number 1406. Upon reaching the said apartment I stare at the door of apartment debating the pros and cons of raising my fist to the wood and knocking. Whether or not I want to go any further, I'm still deciding. It's bad already I haven't replied to Cindy's email until today morning. She is pissed for sure.
