Page 187 of Torrid Passion
“Jesus! How low is that thing?”
“Holy fuck!” Loki shouts.
“Kinky Kyla, are you in there?” That came from a loudspeaker.
“Oh, my God. There are people out there!” I say, sitting straight up in bed like an arrow.
“From the sound of it, I’d say Stella and Hayden’s property is surrounded.” Loki’s words cause a shudder of anxiety to run up my spine. “I’m willing to bet everything I own, it’s the press.”
“My stalker went to the press?” Now I’m terrorized.
“I’m guessing yes.”
My hands clamp over my mouth.Jesus.
“Fuck whoever’s doing this to you!” Loki’s angry gaze causes my stomach to tie up in a knot. “I hate that they have a leg up on us.”
We are still in the dark as to who is behind this and what they want. Since they haven’t asked for money yet, it’s hard to determine where they’re coming from.
“At least there are enough security guards out there to prevent the press from getting to us,” I say. This is the only glimmer of hope in an otherwise gloomy situation.
“And to think I wanted to fight Larkin on it. I’m glad he insisted on getting the security company he hired to offer 24/7 protection.”
“Thank God––”
My phone rings and I jump.
“What if the stalker got a hold of my new number?” I ask, worry gripping at my stomach.
“Before jumping to conclusions, check to see who it is,” Loki says.
Sure enough, he’s right.
“It’s Stella,” I say.Thank God.
Whoever sent me that anonymous text message last week is out for blood. They’re determined to turn my life into a soap opera. After we left Larkin’s Malibu home, it’s like I was hit with a shit storm. My stalker kept sending a barrage of angry text messages. Some were darn right frightful. This person even started to stalk me on social media using the screen name—Nordica.
Larkin wouldn’t have it. He hired an elite group—Falcon Crest Security—to get to the bottom of this mess. They requested I leave my phone with them. They have a few female bodyguards posing as me, texting back and forth with my stalker. I have a new secure phone. It’s the same for Loki, Stella and Hayden. Falcon Crest wanted to leave no stone unturned. They’re also closely motoring my social media accounts in an effort to track my stalker.
“Here, put this on,” Loki reaches out to a chair in the corner and grabs his t-shirt. “I’m going to get dressed and see what’s happening outside.” He pulls the sheet off his naked body and gets out of bed.
“Okay.”My voice is so shaky.I slip his t-shirt over my head and ready myself to answer my cousin, but Loki stops me.
“Wait.”
“What now?”
“Before even looking outside, I already know it isn’t a tea party out there. You and I both know the press can be vicious.”
“I know,” I nod.
“You’re a Hollywood princess, with an untainted track record. A lot of unscrupulous people will take great pleasure in bringing you down,” he warns, not for the first time.
“I know,” I repeat.
“This could get ugly.” Larkin and Falcon Crest have said it numerous times.
“I understand.”
