Page 18 of Stalked By the Billionaire

Blood thunders in my ears when I see them rushing to us.

I quickly spin to Gabby, who stares at them and then looks around the street.

“Your boss is here. Is he looking for you?” she asks, her eyes widen. “You won’t be in trouble for going to my apartment, will you?”

“Go inside the building. I’ll sort this out,” I say. I don’t want her finding out like this. Certainly not from someone other thanme. And I want to keep her private life private, like I like my own.

She screams as her body jolts as though she loses her footing. I reach out but it’s as though it’s happening in slow motion and I see her eyes widen as her hands reach out as she tries to grab hold of something.

Her arms are in the air, her handbag drops to the floor.

Bile rises in my throat. And there’s another push from another direction as journalists try to get past her and to me.

“Fuck!” I yell as she falls backward.

My heart crashes against my ribs at the sickening thud of her head hitting the building wall.

Her eyes close, and she slumps to the floor.

A furious rage fills me as she lays on the floor but ignored by the journalists. I ball my hands into fists, punching my way through the reporters to get to her.

I take a deep breath in and let it out slowly as I watch her chest rise and fall. Just knowing she’s breathing soothes my soul, though it doesn’t stop me from beating myself up that this wouldn’t have happened if it wasn’t for me.

I keep breathing in and out heavily and my frown deepens. I tried to protect her but I’ve hurt her.

I wanted to ask her to marry me, wanted her to be with me forever.

She won’t want this life, or me after this.

I can still give her a good life. I’ll give her my old apartment. That way, I can monitor her and know she’s safe.

***

It’s amazing how much my thoughts change in a matter of days.

I know I can never give her up. She’s mine forever now.

The hospital released Gabby three days ago and luckily she has no ill effects, but we still haven’t talked about what happened.

I don’t think she wants to relive that night.

She looks at me with keen interest, like she’s waiting for me to tell her who I am. I still haven’t, and she stops calling me Killian, but she doesn’t call me Harrison either and I have to work out how to tell her why I never told her who I was.

Her head pops over the computer as she watches me head to the bedroom.

I need a cool shower; I have to get away from her. Not only from the questioning gazes she gives me, but also from me wanting to touch her.

Forcing myself to stand, I leave the room.

After my cool shower, I rub a towel over my hair until it’s only damp, and stare at my reflection as I cling to the porcelain sink and consider sitting Gabby down and telling her everything.

I hear a door click shut.

“Gabby,” I call.

No answer.

I call her name again, but she doesn’t answer. I wrap a towel around my waist and leave to find her.

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