Page 61 of Seduced at Stevens Street
“Hi handsome, fancy meeting you here.”
“Gia, how are you feeling?”
“Other than a horrible headache, pretty good. Logan, I don’t understand what is happening.”
“Beautiful, don’t worry, we are tightening security, and we will find the asshole responsible for all of this, trust me.”
I hope he is right. I am scared to even go into that apartment area of the gym anymore.
The doctor shows up and explains that they want to keep me overnight for observation, and that they will be moving me to a private room shortly. Logan asks if it will be alright if he stays, and the doctor agrees. My own personal security, I think to myself.
After moving into a room and getting comfortable, Logan leaves the room to take a phone call. About twenty minutes later, he returns and explains that Andy has watched the security footage, and that there is a person going up the steps and into my apartment. The video shows them picking the lock and letting themselves into my room. Andy will be sending that footage to Logan soon so that he can check a few things out.
I can’t keep my eyes open any longer, and soon I am drifting into a deep sleep. The next time I wake up is when the nurse comes in to take my vitals. I hate this part of staying in a hospital. Every time you fall asleep, a nurse will inevitably come in to take your blood pressure, temperature, etc. Now that I am wide awake, I notice Logan is not in my room. A small sense of panic overcomes me, but within five minutes he is back, and now I can relax.
“Did Andy send over the footage, and did you review it?”
“Yes, and I did. I zoomed in on the person’s hands, and it looked like a woman’s hands. But I can’t be sure.”
“Can I look at it, please? Maybe I can help.”
Logan shows me the footage, and it definitely is a woman’s hands. The person, however, is dressed in all dark clothing, with a hoodie to hide their face. But there is something about those hands, especially the little finger on her left hand. I see it looks a bit bent to the inside, and I know who that is.
“Logan, those are Susan’s hands, I swear they are. Look at how her little finger curves in. That is unusual, and I would know that anywhere.”
“Are you 100% sure, Gia? We can’t accuse her if we aren’t completely sure.”
“I am, but I know that won’t be enough to arrest her. Why is she doing this?”
“I have no idea what is going on. I don’t want to leave you here by yourself. I have asked Mason to come and keep an eye on you while I’m gone. He should be here any minute. I have to check a couple of things. Will that be okay?”
“Don’t be too long, please,” I plead. He gives me a quick kiss and leaves.
A few minutes later, Mason walks in with Sara.
“Gia, are you okay? Who is doing this and what is going on?” Sara asks.
“To be completely honest, I have no idea. Logan is going to check on a few things and will be back as soon as he can.”
“Okay, well, Mason and I are going to sit here with you until he does. Do you need anything?”
“I could go for an iced latte.”
“You got it. Mason will stay here until I get back.”
Sara leaves the room, and it is just Mason and me. I really haven’t talked to him much, so I guess now is a good time. “So, Mason, we really haven’t had much interaction at the gym. Sara is my best friend, and if you mess with her or hurt her in any way, you will answer to me, got that?”
Mason’s left eyebrow went up, and then he got a huge grin on his face. “Darlin’, I would never do that to Sara. Why do you think I am taking things slow? Yes, I took her to the club on our second date, but after talking with her, I know she is a Sub through and through even though she won’t admit it. I wanted her to see it for herself. I know that you told her about going with Logan, and I really think she is looking for something more fulfilling. I might be a gentle big man, but when I am in my Dom space, she better look out. We are going to go this weekend and watch a few more demonstrations. She was very interested in the demos we watched the other night.”
“Well, from what I heard from her bedroom, she is very expressive during sex. She definitely won’t be a shy one. Didyou buy her an outfit yet? Isn’t that something a Dom should be doing?”
“I am going tomorrow. Do you know her size? I haven’t had a chance to look at any of her tags in her clothes.”
“She is size five for the most part, but those boobs of hers are a 36DD if that helps. Also, she wears a size 7 shoe. I know you Doms are into those thigh-high stiletto boots.”
“Perfect, thanks for the information.”
Sara returns with the most delicious cold latte, and as I am finishing it, I begin to become sleepy. Before I know it, I am out for the count.
