Page 6 of Misunderstood Hacker

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Jessica

Patty and Brockhad not been happy with the joke I had played on them in the hospital. I knew who they were the second I woke up. Both of them had been grumpy with me for the rest of my stay in the hospital.

“I don’t need a babysitter in my apartment, Brock. You haven’t gone home in a week. I can go upstairs myself, and you can check on me tomorrow.”

I was sitting in Brock’s SUV outside my condominium. I had just been released from the hospital, and Brock had driven me home. He was grabbing an overnight bag from the back, thinking he would stay with me. The man hadn’t left my side since the accident.

Instead of listening, he jumped out of the SUV, grabbed his bags, walked over to my door, and opened it. The man wore a black fitted dress shirt and a pair of tight jeans that accented his tight ass. His black laptop bag was slung over one shoulder, and a duffle bag was over the other.

Brock held out hishandso I had something to grab onto as I got out of his vehicle.“We are not arguing about this, Jessica. Your arm is still in a cast, and your leg is in a boot. I’m staying with you until we find out who ran you off the road and your casts come off.”

I winced inwardly at Brock’s comments. He had spent hours on his laptop trying to figure who had been behind the wheel of the Escalade. The man’s fingers flew over his laptop every spare moment. He was working on pulling any camera footage he could find.

Patty had assisted with the footage the first few days, but she and Sam had left for Shialia three days ago. From the conversations I overheard, Patty had worked her way into some of NASA’s satellites. Brock and Patty had run into a problem with the data being deleted from the servers. They were trying to find the backup server data.

The main thing I worried about was my apartment. With everything leading up to the accident, I hadn’t told anyone about my security footage being deleted. I was hoping if I didn’t mention it, they would consider the accident simple road rage. I wanted to drop the bodyguard, but not because I didn’t like Brock around. That was the problem. I liked having him around too much.

Brock had grabbed Patty away from Doug so Sam was able to take the shot that killed him. I had no hard feelings toward Brock for helping Sam kill my ex. Rescuing my sister had made me fall even harder for the man.

For the past week, Brock had been helping me with anything I needed. I had to sic Sam on him to make him go home for one night. The only way Brock would leave was if Sam agreed to stay until he returned. I worried that Brock thought the accident was his fault, and I wondered if he felt guilty for killing Doug. I had no qualms about him killing Doug. My family always came first. I had never really loved Doug. It was a marriage of convenience.

I was the only one to blame for my accident, other than the crazy person who hit me.I wasn’t sure if I was losing my mind before the accident or if someone was after me. I thought the fear was starting to get to me. It seemed as if strange things had happened ever since Doug’s death. I thought it might be a ghost. I needed to ditch Brock and get an exorcism done on my house.

I started for the double doors that led into the lobby. I could hear Brock’s footsteps behind me. I had been around him long enough to know that, no matter what I said, he wouldn’t leave me alone.

Tommy, the bellhop,was behind the desk next to the double doors. When he saw me, his face lit up. Tommy had to be in his early seventies and had been working at the condo’s front desk for the past thirty years. Patty and I always stopped to talk to him and brought him gifts for the holidays.

“It’s so good to see you, Jessica. This place hasn’t felt the same without you here,” Tommy wheezed between breaths. His years of smoking had taken a toll on his lungs.

I couldn’t help but smile at his greeting. “I’m delighted to be out of the hospital. Luckily, I made it out of the crash with only some scrapes and bruises. One point three million people die in road crashes each year. On average, that’s over three thousand a day.”

Brock grumbled something about it not being luck and about me being stupid for leaving unescorted. I chose to ignore him. “You remember Brock, Tommy? Brock is going to be mybabysitter for the next couple weeks.”

A low growl came from Brock’s throat. I knew he didn’t like being called my babysitter. Tough. I didn’t want one, either.

“It’s good to see you, Tommy,” Brock said. “If you see anything out of the ordinary, let me or someone at Blackwood Security know immediately. Jessica has someone after her. You still have my number?”

Tommy put on his reading glasses and flipped through an old, ragged notebook. Once he found what he was looking for, he responded. “Yes, I have it. You, young lady, take the protection and stop complaining.”

We said our goodbyes as Brock pulled me toward the elevator. The day had been exhausting, and I was ready to climb into bed. Ileaned against Brock for support. The little bit of exertion was making me tired.

He wrapped his arms around my waist, keeping me steady. It made the butterflies turn in my stomach. Every time Brock put his arms around me, it made my world spin.

I pointed at the mirror in the elevator. “Did you know they put mirrors in elevators to distract you?People felt like an elevator ride was slow, so companies installed mirrors to trick people’s minds.”

“I think you being in the elevator with me is all the distraction I need.”

The elevator doors opened, and Brock pulled me toward my penthouse.There were two penthouses on the top floor—mine and Patty’s, which was right across from mine. Since being engaged to Sam, they had chosen to stay at his apartment more than the penthouse. That had felt like a big change.

When Brock unlocked the door and the alarm didn’t sound, Iknew he was about to lecture me about safety. I hoped there wasn’t anything else wrong in the apartment. How much drama was one person supposed to endure?

“Why is your alarm not set?” Brock demanded in his gruff voice.

“Something’s wrong with the security system. I keep meaning to ask Patty to take a look.It’s been shutting itself off for the last few months, and the cameras have been deleting footage.” I couldn’t look at Brock as I confessed what had been going wrong. I knew I would see the disappointment on his face if I looked at him.

“Why have you not told anyone? Stay here. Let me check around before you come in. Someone could be here.”

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