Page 9 of Trapped With My Stalker

“He kept playing with his phone, so after he dropped me off, I ended up going back to his apartment to end things, and I caught him fucking Carrie.” The pictures had to have been taken in the restaurant.

“After you left with the roses, I had the images.”

“Oh my goodness.”

“Yes, and I know who my stalker is. She can’t reach us from here.”

“Obviously, she can if she got this picture of me. Is she an ex-girlfriend?” The instant jealousy practically vibrates off her words, but she has nothing to worry about, even though she literally just had a boyfriend when we met.

“No, babe.” I freeze, catching myself, but the light blush on her face tells me that I didn’t screw up, so I continue, “She’s my assistant. I’m not sure why she thought it would be a good idea. A publicity stunt? She had a boyfriend, so I don’t think it’s motivated by romantic intent.” At least, I don’t believe so. She never gave me any hints of flirtation.

“Had a boyfriend?” she questioned.

“Yes, they just broke up.”

“Was it a brief thing?”

“No, they were together for years.”

“So…she’s trying to create press for what? Is your career on the waning end?” Wow, it’s amazing how she doesn’t know a thing about me. My own hometown doesn’t know a thing about me. My Nana really made sure to keep it hush and protect her privacy.

“No, I just finished shooting my latest film, and I’ll be doing reshoots and a brief press tour once the film comes out. Other than that, I’m not sure. There were rumors that I was dating some model. Maybe she created that nonsense, too.” Georgia stiffens at that one, too.

“Were you close to the model?”

“No, I think I saw her at a Hollywood event, and the press got a photo of us standing next to each other. She has a boyfriend. Still, I’m trying to figure out Felicity’s motives. I know she doesn’t want to lose her job.”

“Did she think you were slipping? Don’t they say all press is good press?”

“Well, creating a stalker is a fucking stupid way to do it. I was fucking paranoid about it. The first time someone sent me my favorite meal, I asked her if it was her. She could have said it was and that she was trying to play this game and building up a fan chase.”

“Would you have gone along with her plan?”

“No. Even if I needed to boost my career, my integrity wouldn’t have allowed it. My goal had never been to be famous. Hell, I hadn’t even gone to Los Angeles to be a movie star. I had gotten a scholarship for Engineering at Cal Tech when I was spotted by some Hollywood type who gave me a walk-on role for a movie.” Her brows lifted, surprised that I didn’t go chasing the Hollywood dream.

“Are you going to fire her?” she asks, standing up to peek out the window.

“I was already letting her go soon, anyway.” Suddenly, a shiver ran through my beautiful Georgia, and I stood up and pulled a blanket from the cupboard. “Here, cover up. It seems the temperature has dropped.”

“That’s not good.” The winds whip through the cabin’s wood frame, getting louder and louder.

“Uh, we need to be prepared.” She checks her phone, but the signal isn’t working much better than mine. “It’s about to hit in an hour, and from the looks of it, we’re going to get some fierce winds and water.”

“Great. Are you sure there’s no other way out of here?” I ask, wondering if we should take a chance.

“Not anymore, genius.”

“Don’t start with me. I didn’t get any call from you. My line hasn’t rung this entire time, and my cell phone hasn’t worked well out here all day.” She picks up the landline and quickly drops it. Did she forget about the rules she gave me, or is she immune? I want to bend her over and pop her on her ass for not taking caution too. She could have been electrocuted.

“Are you fucking nuts? Did you forget about the possible surge?”

“The line’s dead, but it could be because of the storm.”

“Are we safe to ride it out, or is there somewhere higher we can go?” It might sound like I’m afraid, but it’s not about me. I don’t like the fact that Georgia’s not safe, and it’s my fault. If I’d gone after her instead of believing she’d eventually come hunting me down, we both would have been safe.

“We should be safe here, but we’re going to be without anything until it passes, and we need to stay away from the windows.”

“Are you sure it’s not going to flood?”

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