Page 8 of Stuck with the Billionaire Celebrity

I spin around, heart in my throat and ready to scream. I’m pawing at my purse, trying to get my keys with my pepper spray on it. Just as I feel it in my hands, I realize that it’s Sarah, Devon’s assistant.

Oh shit. That almost went bad.

My heart is in my throat and tears prick in my eyes.

“Grace, I’m here,” she says, pulling me into a tight hug. “It’s okay. We’ll figure this out.”

“No, it’s not okay,” I whisper, my voice shaking. “He’s here, Sarah. He’s watching me, and no one believes me. They think I’m making it up.”

“I believe you. Devon believes you.”

I nod, but the fear still lingers, gnawing at the edges of my mind. I want to believe her, but it seems so unrealistic that even I wonder if I believe myself or if I’m going crazy.

“He knew that I came into the bathroom,” I tell her.

“Are you kidding? When’s the last time Devon checked your phone for spyware? Did you block him?”

“Yes, last week, he immediately texted me from a different number.”

“Shit, okay. Devon wants us outside. We’ll figure this out.”

She reaches down and laces her fingers through mine before leading me out of the bathroom. Devon is outside waiting for us, on the phone, talking quietly with someone.

He holds up a finger as he finishes the call.

Devon is six feet tall, with blonde hair and blue eyes. He looks like he should be walking the red carpet for every surfer movie known to man.

He’s been told that a number of times and always answers that he’d much rather manage the chaos than be in it.

“I don’t know how this guy got in. Theo has everything on lockdown. Not even the paparazzi were allowed to show up unless they had a background check prior.”

“Theo?” I gasp. “Theo Rossi is here?”

“It’s his event, Grace,” he chuckles. “You knew that.”

I certainly did not. I wouldn’t have been here if I did.

“I didn’t. And I’ve never seen the point of crazy celebrity paranoia until now,” I crack, trying to distract myself and the others from my fear.

“It’s not paranoia. Not taking these precautions almost cost Theo his life and his business.”

I roll my eyes inwardly. I know from experience that Theo Rossi is an ass. I’ve heard all the stories and am grateful that I got away from him before any more damage was done to me.

The man got called out for his shitty behavior toward women and didn’t like the public knowing who he really is. He’s made it a point to control everything regarding how people see him.

“If he’s so careful, how did this guy get in?”

He probably let him in, knowing that he was my stalker. He probably is my stalker.

“I don’t know. Theo is looking into it right now,” Devon answers.

“I don’t want to go inside the gala if my stalker is going to be in there roaming free.”

I don’t want to go in there with Theo, either.

“Theo is taking care of it,” he repeats tightly.

I bet he is.

---