Fifty Shades of Fatherhood

Chapter 11

The loud knocking on my door startled me. Zach's expression told me he was not expecting anyone either. Thankfully Zach took care of the door, because my heart dropped, worried that Christian found me so quickly. I missed him so much, but I could not handle seeing him. I had to be strong. Zach growled, "Who is it?" I was relieved when I heard Ray's voice. Zach opened the door. Ray stared at Zach, and the men communicated with looks and body language but I had no way of knowing what. Zach nodded his head and retreated from my room.

Ray did not communicate he would be escorting me. He seemed nervous. I have not observed Ray unsettled and rattled as he is now. He finally plopped down on the seat next to me "Ana I need to tell you something."

Ray

Ana looked so lost and heartbroken. I remember this feeling from when Carla asked me for a divorce. I do not relish the heartbreak. Ana, I said softly waiting for her to give me her full attention. I hope she doesn't freak out over what I need to tell her. She looked at me expectantly she gave me her full attention expecting the worse, her body tensed and I was thankful it was not that kind of news. I needed her to calm down quickly; I did not just randomly pick Charleston to relocate you. I told you that I had a buddy there willing to help. She nodded following the conversation so far. Listen don't get mad I monitor who is looking into you. Not just who searches your name online to find out the latest gossip between you and Christian but those who try to get your personal information, and hack your accounts.

I took a deep breath, praying I was making the right decision and began to divulge. About six months ago someone began researching you trying to access everything about you, your birth certificates, hospital records, hack into your social media accounts. The activity came from the same IP address although someone is scattering the signal, making it difficult to trace back its origin.

My team monitored the activity while trying to figure out who was doing this and what they wanted to do with the information once they received it. It took about three months, but my team was able to trace the address back to Charleston. I flew to Charleston along with 2 of my men, and we surveyed the address. There were three people in this home. A woman about my age and two young men about your age. I had a gut feeling it was one of the gentlemen. Although I suspected, he was the one researching you. I watched his habits trying to figure out his interest in you, I did not get the creepy or sinister vibe from him, and everything we could learn about the gentleman was positive.

I could not tie him to you in any way, and the behavior indicated that his interest was more than just an attraction to you or trying to steal the money in your bank account. One afternoon an opportunity presented itself, I was sitting on a park bench near a trail he ran daily, he stopped to tie his shoe using the other end of the seat to raise his foot. I asked him why he had a fascination with Anastasia Grey and why he was cyberstalking you. He did a double take taken aback; he had not caught on that I had been tailing him.

He tried to mutter he had no idea what I was talking about but his reaction said otherwise. He did not ask who Anastasia Grey was letting me know; he knew who you were. I gave him the do you think I am that stupid look before he let out a long breath. He tried asking me a few questions but there was no way I was giving him anything. I gave him a stern military look that meant, if you do want a fist to your face, start talking. He finally decided to speak, what he had to say I did not expect

He did not seem scared of me, but I could tell he was surprised that I was aware of his stalking activities. He did not want to talk in public and invited me back to his place to discuss you. He gave me his address, and I pretended to write down the directions he was giving me to use if I got lost as I followed him across town to his place. He did not need to know I knew where he lived.