Let Me Teach Ya (Nemi)

The Moans

Demi's POV

The next morning I woke up, pretty well rested. I rolled out of bed, and got ready. I figured that before I got started on my work, I would go ahead and run some errands. I needed to go to the grocery store and pick up a few things.

Before walking out the door, I decided to go and grab my phone from my jewelry box, incase Mr. Jonas needed to get ahold of me. Once I had everything I needed, I made my way over to the grocery store, and grabbed everything that was on my list. After I was finished there, I walked next door and grabbed a green juice. Just as I was leaving, I could feel something in my purse going off. I looked inside, and noticed that Mr. Jonas was calling me. That was odd. I quickened my pace so that I could get off the main sidewalk, and go behind a corner wall. I pulled out the phone, and answered it.

"Hello, Mr. Jonas? Everything okay?" I asked him curiously as I took another sip of my juice.

"We need to talk. Meet me on the Level Three parking structure over on 45th street," he said and then hung up the phone. I was a little confused. I put the phone in my bag, and then ran back to my car with my bag full of groceries. What could he possibly need to talk to me about? Maybe this whole arrangement is not working out. Maybe I am going to be getting fired. As I drove over to meet Mr. Jonas a million things played in my head. I could feel my heart racing the closer I came to approaching the parking structure. Once I finally arrived, I saw a blacked out car down towards the end of Level Three. I drove down there, and then got out of my car. He rolled down the window.

"Get in," he said as he looked at me, and then rolled up his window. He was being so secretive right now, and it was scaring the shit out of me. I didn't question him, I just did what he said. I got into the car, and shut the door. He looked over at me, smiled, and then told the drive to just drive around the block for a few minutes. As soon as I saw Mr. Jonas smile up at me, I started to relax a little.

"So, what is up? Why are you being so secretive?" I looked over, and asked him. He just stared straight ahead, and then turned, and handed me a large manila envelope. "Whats this?" I asked him as I went to open it. He just watched me. I looked down at the envelope, and pulled out the papers that were inside. I sat there quietly, and observed everything. My heart started to race. "Mr. Jonas. These are all pictures of the places where I go. Wilmer's house, My house, Marissa's boyfriends house, the hospital, the grocery store," I paused and swallowed, "Where did you get these?" I asked him.

He looked over at me. " Do you remember me telling you that I have hired a Private Investigator to help us figure out who has been blackmailing you?" He asked me as he looked over at me waiting for me to reply. I just stayed quiet and nodded my head. "Well, these are pictures from my Private Investigator. I have had him following some of the places that you go to, so that we can keep an eye on anyone that may be following you," he said as he just looked over at me. I really was not understanding what he was saying.

"Okay, well, did you find anything out?" I asked him as I shuffled through the pictures once more.

"Not much. The only thing I have noticed is that there is this black sports car in almost every single picture. Now we have tried to locate that car, and nothing is turning up," he tried to explain to me, while he pointed to the car in the picture.

"Okay, well have you tried to run the plates?" I asked him, assuming the obvious.

"There are no plates to run, they have removed them. See, look here. They took off the plates. We have looked into the cars that have been stolen and no two door, sports car is popping up, so it makes me believe that it truly belongs to whoever may be blackmailing you. Do you know anyone or does your boyfriend know anyone who may drive one of these cars?" He asked as he looked up over at me.