Page 18 of Trapped With My Stalker

“I’ll be in touch,” I answered, cutting him off.

My phone went off, and it was the man I wanted to speak with. “Hello Jim, thanks for calling me back.”

“No problem. So what’s this about?”

“I just needed to ask why you and Felicity broke up.”

“Why? I thought you knew.”

“No, I had no clue. You two were dating for years, and I hated to say it, but I never pried into Felicity’s personal life.”

“Damn, she was obsessed with you. Frankly, I saw the writing on the wall and told her to go after what she really wanted and to quit playing games with me.”

“Fuck,” I grumbled.

“What?”

“She went fucking nuts. I’ve had a stalker since you broke up, and it turns out it was her.”

“Shit, I heard about the stalker, but damn. I don’t doubt she’d flip like that. I’ve got a magnet for batshit crazy. I’m sorry that I told her to go for it. If I knew, I wouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, my woman told me that it was only a matter of time. Thanks for letting me know. Just know that the police might contact you.”

“Are you pressing charges for the stalking?” I guess that sounded a bit outrageous.

“It’s worse than that. Felicity tried to kill my fiancée.”

“Now I really feel like shit. Totally sorry, bro.”

“No problem. Take care.” I ended the call and thought about getting back to my heart and soul, who was as brilliant as she was sexy.

My trip back to her place was quick, given how fast the town had cleaned up and my call with Jim. Axel Knight did a hell of a job on it. Some spots need more work, but I’m sure it will come in time.

When I get in the door, she’s looking a bit perturbed. “Miss me?”

“A little more than I should have.”

“I’m going to try and not be offended by that because I missed the fuck out of you, and now that I’m back, I have a promise to keep, and you have too many layers on.” I yank on her robe, freeing her from it. I bend her over the counter while loosening my jeans. Once my cock is out, I slide it between her thighs and test her entrance.

“What are you waiting for?” she sasses me. I snap her ass with my hand. “Ouch.”

I answered her with one full thrust in my hips, slamming deep inside her. There was nothing like being inside Georgia. She is everything to me, and it feels like coming home even though I’ve only been gone for a few hours. Talking to the cops and getting things straight now felt like forever. Now, I’m where I wanted to be. “I love you, Georgia. Marry me.”

“I love you too. And, of course, I’ll marry you. Who else is going to protect me from the storm?” I held on tight, thrusting harder and faster, clinging to her body as if she were going to disappear. There are no words that I can express to show how much I love her and need her. I’ve never felt this way before; it’s like an addiction, a craving so deep. And I’ll never let her go.

“Would you two hurry up in there?”

“Damn it, Nana. We’re trying to make some great grandbabies in here. You’re interrupting us.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, some of us have some bridge to play, and you’re taking too long.” Georgia giggles. “She promised to teach me today.” I spank her ass.

Epilogue

Stellan

“Stellan, who are the lovely ladies on your arms?” The pap from TMZ asks as we walk across the red carpet for the movie premiere.

Before I can answer, my Nana steps forward and answers, “I’m his Nana, Louise Barrymore. No relation to them other Barrymores.” She waves her arm dismissively. Great. That’s going to make headlines, and I’m sure my Nana is going to love starting shit. Smiling, she adds, “This gorgeous beauty is his wife.”

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