Page 58 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

"What do we do now?" I ask, my voice small, barely a whisper.

Theo runs a hand through his hair, looking more frustrated than I’ve ever seen him. He’s usually so composed, so in control. But right now? Right now, he looks like a man on the edge.

"I’ll tell you what we’re going to do," he says, his voice tight with barely contained fury. "We’re going to find this son of a bitch. And when we do, he’s going to wish he’d never laid eyes on you."

I shiver at the cold, hard edge of his words. He’s been protective of me, but this—this is different. This is personal now. The stalker has crossed a line, and I can see it in Theo’s eyes—he won’t rest until this guy is caught.

But I can’t help the nagging thought that creeps into my mind.

What if we never find him? What if he’s always out there, lurking in the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to strike?

I shake my head, trying to push the fear away. I can’t let myself think like that. Not now. Not when things are already so uncertain.

"Grace, I swear to you, I won’t let anything happen to you. But you have to trust me. You have to trust that I’ll handle this."

"I do trust you," I say, and I mean it. I’ve never trusted anyone more than I trust Theo. "But… I’m scared."

He reaches out, pulling me into his arms in one swift motion. His embrace is strong, comforting, and I let myself melt into him, burying my face in his chest.

His hand comes up to stroke my hair, and I can feel the tension in his body slowly starting to fade.

I hear the door open and close as the security guard gives us some space.

"I know," he murmurs against my hair. "I know you are. But we’ll figure this out. I promise."

We stand like that for what feels like hours, wrapped up in each other as the reality of the situation sinks in.

I can feel Theo’s heartbeat against my cheek, steady and strong, and it gives me the slightest bit of comfort in the storm of chaos swirling around us.

But then reality creeps back in. The stalker is still out there, and we have no idea where he is or what his next move will be.

"What do we do now?" I ask again, pulling back just enough to look up at him.

Theo’s eyes are dark, filled with a determination that both reassures and terrifies me. "We double down. More security. More surveillance. And we stay together, always."

There’s a possessiveness in his voice, an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine.

It’s not that I don’t want to stay with him—I do—but there’s something about how he says it that makes my heart race for reasons I can’t quite explain.

"Always?" I repeat, my voice barely a whisper.

His thumb brushes softly over my skin, and I feel that electric tension building between us again. The same tension that’s been simmering under the surface for weeks.

The same tension that’s been there since that kiss.

I swallow hard, my pulse quickening as I meet his gaze. There’s something in his eyes, something raw and unguarded, and I can’t help but wonder if he’s feeling the same pull that I am.

"Theo," I breathe, my voice shaky.

But before I can say anything else, his lips are on mine.

The kiss is fierce, almost desperate, like he’s trying to pour all his frustration, anger, and fear into it.

And I respond with just as much intensity, gripping the front of his shirt as I kiss him back, all thoughts of the stalker, of the danger, of everything melting away until there’s only him.

I need him to fuck me until I can’t think about anything else.

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