Page 44 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I pull away slightly, biting my lip. "Theo… I don’t know if this is a good idea."

He looks at me, his eyes dark and intense. "Why not?"

"Because everything is so… complicated right now. I don’t want to make things worse."

He shakes his head, his hand still resting on my neck. "You’re not making anything worse. If anything, this is the only thing that feels right."

I want to believe him, but my head is spinning. I’m not sure what’s right or wrong anymore. All I know is that I’m scared—of the stalker, of what’s happening to my life, and now, of how much I’m starting to feel for Theo.

He freaked out when we had sex. It was humiliating! How can I still feel anything for him right now?

"I just… need time to think," I say softly, pulling away completely and standing up.

He nods, though I can see the flicker of disappointment in his eyes. "I get it. Just know that I’m here. For whatever you need."

I give him a small smile, grateful for his understanding, but my mind is still racing. I need space to process everything—especially what just happened between us.

Especially since all I can think about is crawling in his lap, straddling him, and riding him until everything else in the world disappears.

The next morning,I wake up to the sound of my phone buzzing on the nightstand. Groaning, I reach for it, squinting at the screen. It’s a notification from one of the news apps I follow.

My stomach drops as I read the headline: "Stalker Escalates Threats: New Details Emerge."

I sit up in bed, my heart racing as I quickly tap on the article. My eyes scan the words, each one making my blood run colder.

“The stalker, who has been sending threatening messages and photos to the actress, has reportedly escalated his activity in recent days, raising concerns for her safety.

Sources close to the situation reveal that he may have hacked into her personal accounts, gaining access to her confidential information.”

I drop the phone, my hands shaking.

How did he get my personal information? Who leaked that? Why didn’t anyone tell me?

There's a knock on my bedroom door before I can even think about what to do next. Theo steps in, looking grim. "You saw the news?"

"How… no one told me that he got my personal information."

“I think they meant your location. As far as I know, he doesn’t have your social security number or accounts, nothing like that.”

I blow out a breath and feel my body relax a little.

“Devon said he’d tell me before anything was released to the media.”

“I know. I think he was trying to strike quickly before the guy came at us with anything else. It’ll be okay. If the rest of the world knows this man is stalking you, then it means many people will be more vigilant about finding shady characters when you’re out in public.

“I didn’t think of it like that.”

“Reddit has some of the best detectives in the world who are not employed for them,” he teases.

“That’s true,” I giggle as I lean into him.

“We’re already doubling down on security—extra guards, tighter surveillance. We’re not taking any chances. The paparazzi will be swarming. While annoying, it will be safer for you, I promise."

“I don’t want to live like this. I don’t want to feel like I’m trapped or that you’re trapped in your own house."

He sighs, his expression softening. "I know. But right now, this is the best way to keep you safe. I’m not going to let anything happen to you."

I know he means well, but the thought of being locked away, surrounded by guards and cameras, makes me feel like I’m suffocating. I can’t keep living in this constant state of fear.

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