Page 10 of Hunted Obsession

“No shit,” he chuckles. “There’s a notebook there in case anything interesting needs to be jotted down. Nothing much has happened yet. Hopefully, this won’t take too long if this assholewas speaking in an open forum like that with Merrick just working away.”

Sliding my thumb across my bottom lip, I watch as he stands from his chair. I make my way to replace him in the seat and sink down. He gathers his things, then clears his throat as he turns his head to look over his shoulder at me.

“Agreed. We’re so close to this shit, Bo. I can fucking taste it.”

Boden smiles, although it doesn’t reach his eyes. I can see the trauma swirling around inside of them. I only know because that same trauma swirls behind my own eyes. We understand one another. We’ve lived through hell and somewhat come out on the other side. As best as we can, anyway.

“Me too, Theo.”

He leaves me alone in the room. Facing the screen, I tilt my head to the side as I begin to memorize the room. I take in every single thing that is there. Every knickknack, every little piece, everything. I need to know when something has moved.

It’s part of the job.

At least this one.

I’m not sure if it’s even valid, but there is nothing else to do, so it seems productive.

Making a few notes about the things in the office, I suck in a breath when I hear the door open and close. I lift my gaze, focus on the screen, and wait.

A man walks in. He seems around my age. I wait for him to walk around the back of the desk and sit down, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans over the desk and riffles around on the seemingly thick black wooden top before taking a piece of paper.

Zooming in, I look at the paper. I can’t tell what it is exactly, but I do see that it’s an invoice of some kind. He leaves, and now the room is empty again. Leaning back in the chair, I let out an exhale.

If that guy grabbing an invoice is my only action tonight, it’s going to be alonggoddamn twelve-hour shift.

LUCILLE

Yawning,I decide that I can’t investigate Emmie all day and then come straight to work. A girl needs some sleep. Flicking my gaze down to my phone, I smirk at the time because it means I can take a break.

And on said break, I’m going to research the Willow Club.

Picking up my phone, I touch theSafariapp and type inWillow Club, owner.There isn’t much that comes up. Just a PO box and an LLC name. It says Echelon Nexus, LLC.Who the fuck is that?

Yet, there it is. Something else in this town that I’ve never heard of. I don’t see how this is possible, so I’m going to have to return my membership to the busybodies club.

My next goal is to find out who owns Echelon Nexus, LLC. It doesn’t sound like a real company. It sounds more like something that a group of people are trying to hide behind. Which, I think, could be the case.

I’ve never done so much research before in my life. The other girls who Theron brought to his bed were not complex in any sense of the word. I’m starting to wonder if this girl isn’t all she seems to be.

My initial search for the Echelon Nexus, LLC comes up with nothing. My break is over, so I’m not able to dig any deeper, but I keep the search up on my phone so I can try again when I take my lunch.

I’m going to find out who these people are and why she was at that club in the middle of the afternoon. There is a reason. Ihave no idea what that reason could be, but I’m going to find out because fuck Emmie Grant.

Fuck her for trying to be with Theron.

Fuck her for pretending to be demure and sweet.

I can tell she’s lying about everything, about who and what she is. I’m going to find out the truth. Because fuck her—again. Theron is and will always be mine. Even though he doesn’t see it right now, he owns me. I will not rest until I’m lying beside him every single night.

That is, not until my last name is Henderson.

Call me delusional. I don’t care. But there has never been anything in this life that I wanted and didn’t find a way to get. Theron is everything I’ve ever wanted. He might have slipped through my fingers a decade ago, but I will never let that happen again.

With renewed energy, I continue to work until my lunch break and am surprised at how quickly the time has passed. Smiling, I reach for the protein bar that I threw in my purse this morning and open it up.

Taking a bite, I continue my search for Echelon Nexus, LLC. It takes a bit of doing. Clearly, these people do not want to be found easily. I find it a bit comical, but at the same time, I can understand not wanting your business out there for the world.

However, this is a registered LLC, so I know they have to have the shareholder’s names publicly listed. They are somewhere, even if buried deep in the web. I’m seriously motivated to find out who owns this place now.

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