Page 79 of Surrender (Angels Halo MC Next Gen)

Stopping in front of my desk, he held out his phone, showing me the screen. One that mirrored my own.

Aw, he’d put an app on my phone to mirror my activities so he could spy on what I was doing.

A normal person would have been upset that their boyfriend had blatantly invaded their privacy. I wasn’t normal, however. Seeing the proof that he stalked me as much as I still continued to do him gave me butterflies.

“Do you remember what I said about stalking this motherfucker?” he growled.

I leaned back in my chair. “I will never forget anything you tell me.”

“Do you think this is a joke?” he seethed. “This guy could be dangerous. You might get hurt.”

“I’m being careful,” I said with a pout.

“No, you’re being reckless. This guy has been able to stay off-grid for who the fuck knows how long for a reason. Do you think he won’t check for cameras and listening devices?”

I shrugged, not worried about it. “He can check all he wants. He won’t find where I placed them all.”

“Goddamn it, Samara!” He slapped his hand down on my desk in frustration. “This is not a game. Whoever this guy is, he will figure it out and trace it back to you.”

“No, he won’t.”

Angry eyes narrowed on me. “Take the cameras down, little girl.”

“No.”

“Samara!”

“Elias!” I mocked.

“Either you take them down, or I will do it for you. And believe me, you won’t like what happens if I’m the one who has to.”

I smirked up at him. His threats made my core clench. Despite worrying about Abi, I wanted to push his buttons. His constant concern for my well-being, mixed in with the jealousy I saw in his blue eyes because I was stalking another man, was enough to ignite my panties. He hadn’t mentioned he was upset because of that, but I could read the possessiveness that had his entire body strung tight. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re pissed off, Daddy.”

“Christ,” he muttered, rubbing a hand down his face in aggravation. “We’ll talk about this when we get home tonight. I suggest you start taking these offline before then.”

“I’ll think about it,” I snickered.

“Samara…” He trailed off when my stomach grumbled angrily. “Did you eat lunch?”

I glanced back at my drafting table. “I’ve been working on the corrections your girlfriend decided she wanted this morning.” My blood heated as the words left my mouth.

Maybe I would kill Berkeley after I completed the project. Double the satisfaction. I would show her I was the better woman and then hang her from the ceiling and slit her throat as I let her blood shower down on meHostel-style.

“Why are you so determined to piss me off today, princess?” he growled, lowering his head until his breath was bathing my lips.

I tapped him on the tip of the nose with my index finger. “I like to live on the dangerous side.”

“Go to Aggie’s and get yourself some lunch.” He pulled his phone from his slacks. “I’m calling the diner now to order your food. If you don’t pick it up, Kingston will tell me.”

“You’re awfully grumpy today,” I observed. “Maybe you aren’t getting laid enough.”

“Seeing as I fall asleep every night balls deep inside you, I would say I’m getting laid plenty.” He kissed me hard before stepping back, his phone to his ear. “Hey, this is Elias. I need to place an order for pickup.”

He stomped to the door but stopped before opening it. Still connected, he pointed the phone at me. “You’re sitting on my face tonight. You hear me?”

Everything inside me clenched. “Yes, Daddy.”

With one last glare, he opened the door and slammed it behind him. Giggling, I grabbed my things and headed for the door. “It appears I’m not the only one who throws tantrums.”

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