by Lynn, Sandi
“No. Not that I can remember,” Ellery replied.
“I’m going to take a screenshot of these messages. You didn’t change your number already, did you?”
“No, I was going to do that first thing tomorrow morning,” I said.
“Well, don’t. We need to see how far this person will go. It could just be a couple of messages and then he’s done with it. Unfortunately, we can’t do anything unless he threatens her in some way.”
Julia started getting fussy, so Ellery picked her up. She said she was taking her upstairs to change her diaper. As soon as she was out of earshot, I looked at Detective James and said sternly, “I will use every resource I have to find out who’s doing this. I will not stand by and wait until he harms Ellery or Julia. I don’t give a shit about the law and I’ll warn you now, if I catch him first, I’ll kill him.”
“Connor, I’ll pretend I didn’t hear that,” Detective James said. “My men and I will be on this. After all, you’re paying us very well,” he said as he got up from the chair. “I’ll start first thing in the morning, and I’ll try to find out where those flowers came from.”
“Thank you, Detective James,” I said as I shook his hand.
“No problem, Connor. We’ll find this son of a bitch. Try not to worry.”
As I shut the door, Ellery walked into the room with Julia. “Did Detective James leave?” she asked.
“Yes, baby, he did,” I replied as I walked over to her and gave her a kiss and took Julia.
“What do you want me to do, Connor?” Paul asked.
“Find me a bodyguard for Ellery and Julia. I’ll need two of them. One to go out with Ellery and one for Mason. I want you to get our tech guys on these messages and find out what number they’re coming from, and I want to know where the flowers came from. I’m not going into the office tomorrow, so report back here.”
“I’ll get on it right away,” Paul said. He walked over to Ellery and gave her a hug. “Don’t worry about this; we’ll keep you safe.”
“Thanks, Paul. I appreciate it.” She smiled.
Paul walked out the door, and Ellery wrapped her arms around my waist. “Do you really think it’s necessary to hire a bodyguard?” she asked.
“Yes, I do. I’m not taking any chances, and I can’t be with you twenty-four-seven.”
“I wish you could be,” she said as she kissed my lips.
“I do too, baby. I do too.”
* * *
Ellery tossed and turned all night. I tried to keep her still by holding her, but she was so restless that she would wiggle her way out of my grip. When I got out of the shower, Ellery was sitting up in bed with her phone in her hand.
“What’s wrong? Did you get another text?” I asked.
She held out her phone to me, and I walked over and took it from her. Sure enough, there was another message.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you all night. I hope you were thinking about me.”
I threw the phone on the bed and ran my hands through my hair. Reading those words that were being said to my wife fueled my anger even more. I took in a deep breath as I walked over to the dresser and pulled out a pair of jeans.
“I’m not letting that bastard run my life, Connor.”
I turned around and looked at her. “What do you mean by that?”
“I can’t live in fear and I won’t. I’m stronger than that, and I won’t let some obsessive sick fuck control my life.”
I walked over to the bed, sat down, and put my arm her. “Ellery, I’m sorry this is happening, but you’ll be protected at all times. You’re not allowed to leave this penthouse or building without security.”
“So you were really serious about having someone follow me around?”
“Not following you around, sweetheart; protecting you,” I said as I kissed the side of her head. “Now go and get dressed. We have to go visit Denny.”
When we heard Mason downstairs, Ellery threw on some clothes, and we walked into the kitchen, where he was dancing with Julia.
“Good morning, Momma. Good morning, Daddy.” He smiled.
“Good morning, Mason. We need to talk to you,” I said as I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table.
“That doesn’t sound good. Did I do something wrong?”
Ellery took Julia from him and asked him to sit down. “It’s nothing you did. Do you remember those text messages I received from the restricted number?”
“Yeah, I remember,” he said with a confused look.
“They weren’t from me,” I chimed in.
Mason shifted in his seat as he stared at me. “Who were they from?”
“We don’t know,” Ellery said as she kissed Julia on the head.
“Oh my God, the roses. They weren’t from you either?”
As I sipped my coffee, I shook my head. “No, they weren’t. It seems that someone has taken a great interest in my wife.”
Mason looked at Ellery, got up from his seat, and gave her a hug. “I’m so sorry, Elle. What can I do?”
“I have a detective working on it, but I’m hiring a bodyguard for you and Julia. Ellery will have her own, just until we find out who’s behind this.”
My phone rang and, as I pulled it from my pocket, I saw Paul was calling. “Hello, Paul.”
“Good morning, Connor. I have two guys lined up as security if you want to interview them. We can be at your place in about fifteen minutes.”
“Sounds good; we’ll be here,” I said as I hung up. “Paul is on his way over with two men he wants me to interview. When we’re done, we’ll head over to the hospital.”
Ellery nodded her head while she poured herself a cup of coffee. Mason took Julia upstairs to change her diaper, and I walked to my office. I was going over some paperwork when Ellery walked in with Paul and two large men. I stood up from my chair and walked over to them. Their grip was strong as I shook both of their hands.
“Mr. Black, it’s an honor to meet you, sir,” they both said.
“Thank you for coming. Please have a seat. I’m sure Paul has filled you in on what’s happened.”
“Yes, sir, he has. We want you to know that we have specialized backgrounds in dealing with someone like this and we’d be more than happy to protect your wife and child. Justin and I are both ex-navy seals whom served with the U.S. Special Operations Forces for over twenty years.”
As I sat there and listened to their background, I felt they’d be the right choice for Ellery and Julia. “Ellery, what you do you think?” I asked.
“I think they’d be a good choice,” she replied as she looked at both of them and smiled.
“Okay, you’re hired,” I said as I stood up and shook their hands. “You’ll both start tomorrow.”
“Thank you, Mr. Black. Don’t worry, Mrs. Black; we aren’t going to let anything happen. You’ll be very safe with us.”
Ellery gave a small smile and walked out of the office. I could tell uneasiness washed over her. I asked Paul to shut the door while I talked to Justin and Adam.
“There’s something you must be aware of. My wife is a very stubborn woman who does whatever she wants. She doesn’t like to listen to anybody when it comes to her safety. She’s independent and strong-willed, so good luck. Don’t let her fool you.”
While both of the men laughed, I walked them out of the office and to the elevator. “We’ll see you tomorrow.” I smiled.
* * *
We visited Denny and nothing had changed. He was still in a coma and the doctors couldn’t give us any answers. Dana asked us if we would join her in the cafeteria for some coffee. I told Ellery to go ahead, but to stay with Dana at all times. I sat in the chair and stared at Denny and put my hand on top of his.
“I wish you’d wake up. There’s so much going on that I need to talk to you about. Ellery is being stalked. He keeps sending her text messages, and yesterday, he had three dozen roses delivered to the penthouse. If there was ever a time I needed your smart mouth
and advice, it’s now. I’m so scared, Denny. If anything ever happened to her, I don’t know what I’d do.”
“You better find that bastard,” he whispered.
I jumped up from the chair as Denny slowly opened his eyes and looked at me. A smile filled my face as I squeezed his hand. I pushed the button for the nurse, and Ellery and Dana walked in.
“Look who’s awake.” I smiled.
Dana burst into tears as she ran over to the bed. Ellery walked over and touched his other hand lightly.
“Welcome back.” She smiled.
The nurse and doctor walked into the room and examined Denny. He seemed to be okay, except he was complaining of a horrific headache. The doctor told him it was normal and they’d give him something for the pain. He and Dana stared at each other while she cried and told him how much she loved him. I wanted to give them some alone time, so I told Denny and Dana that we’d be back later. As soon as Ellery and I stepped into the hallway, I grabbed her and pulled her into a warm embrace.
“Thank God he woke up,” I whispered.
Chapter 32
Ellery
As we drove home, I heard my phone beeping. The restricted number appeared on the screen. Connor looked over at me and could tell by the look on my face that something was wrong.
“What does it say?” he asked.
As I read the message, I instantly felt sick to my stomach.
“I masturbate to your picture, and you make me come so fast. I hope that turns you on. I dream about seeing your naked body and pressing it up against mine. I dream about being inside of you.”
When I didn’t say anything, Connor grabbed the phone from my hand just as we pulled into the garage of the penthouse. The anger that washed over his face was horrifying. I watched him take in a sharp breath and clench his fist.
“Connor, calm down, right now,” I demanded.
“How do you expect me to calm down when some guy says he masturbates to my wife’s picture and dreams about being inside you,” he yelled as he slammed his fists on the steering wheel. “I can’t just sit back and watch this. I need to do something.”
I couldn’t stand seeing him so angry. When we got out of the Ranger Rover, I stopped him before we reached the elevator, and I wrapped my arms around him.
“Please, Connor. Detective James is going to find this son of a bitch. Please stop being so angry. I know you’re scared and so am I, but I don’t need you going all crazy on me.”
He held me tightly; so tightly, I could barely breathe. “I’m sorry, Ellery.”
We broke our embrace and went up to the penthouse.
“I hope you two didn’t eat lunch. I made the most scrumptious salad for you,” Mason said as he emerged from the kitchen.
I smiled as we sat down at the table and he served us.
“Is Julia taking a nap?” Connor asked.
“Yes. The princess is down for her nap,” he replied as he sat down next to me.
My phone beeped, alerting me I had a text message. Connor’s eyes glared at me as I read it. “Relax, it’s from Peyton. She wants to drop by.”
Connor let out a sigh of relief as I secretly did as well. I wanted nothing more than to get my number changed. Suddenly, Connor’s phone started ringing from his pocket. He pulled it out and said it was Detective James. After a brief conversation, he hung up and looked at me.
“They were able to trace the text messages to a cell phone out of Chicago.”
“He must’ve been there that night at the gallery,” I said.
As we talked, Peyton came walking into the kitchen. We all stopped and looked at her.
“Hi. What’s going on?” she asked.
Connor and Mason both said hello to her, and I told her to have a seat. Mason got up, took a plate from the cupboard, and served Peyton some salad.
“Those text messages weren’t from Connor. Someone is stalking me,” I said.
“Stop it. That’s not even funny.”
“She’s not joking, Peyton. This is serious,” Connor said.
Peyton looked at me and then reached over and hugged me. “I can’t believe this. Do you know who it is?”
“Not yet. But we just found out that the texts were coming from a cell phone in Chicago.”
“Could it be someone from the gallery opening? Wait!” Peyton exclaimed as she took out her phone. “I remember this really weird guy there. I was on my way back from the bathroom and I saw this guy, standing in the corner,” she said as she showed Connor and me her phone. “He was taking pictures with his phone. It caught my attention because he had one hand on his crotch, like he was playing with himself. I thought it was funny, so I took his picture. I was going to show you, but Henry distracted me and I forgot.”
“Who or what was he taking pictures of?” Connor asked.
“I’m not sure, but I do remember looking over to where he was pointing his phone and Ellery was over there.”
Connor got up from his seat, walked over to Peyton, and wrapped his arms tightly around her as he kissed her on the cheek. “Do you know how much I love you?”
“Umm...sure,” she said as she looked at me.
“Send that picture to my phone, please.”
“I will, as soon as you stop smothering me,” Peyton said.
“Sorry, Peyton.” Connor smiled as he looked at me. “I’m going to call Detective James and then I’m flying to Chicago. I want to see those tapes from that night. I’m calling my pilot now to get the plane ready.”
“I’m coming with you!” I exclaimed.
“That’s fine. Mason, can you stay here tonight and watch Julia?”
“Of course I can. You two go and don’t worry about a thing.” He smiled.
* * *
Connor and I packed a light bag and stopped by the hospital to see Denny before heading to the airport. We told him what was going on and where we were going. He smiled at us and told us to be careful. Seeing him awake and looking well took one weight off of our shoulders.
We boarded the plane, and I took my seat while Connor poured me a glass of wine and himself a scotch. When we finally took off, we unbuckled our seat belts and sat on the couch. I drank some wine, handed the glass to Connor, and laid my head down on his lap. As I stared up at him, he started playing with my hair.
“You tossed and turned all night,” he said.
“I know, and I’m sorry if I kept you up.”
He leaned down and brought his mouth to mine, kissing me tenderly on the lips. “I won’t give up until this asshole is found. No one is allowed to dream of you but me.”
I brought my hand up to his face and softly stroked his cheek. “I love you.”
“I love you more, Mrs. Black.” Connor smiled down at me. He looked at his watch and then back at me. “We have an hour until we land in Chicago. I’m thinking about taking you into the bedroom and making love to you.”
“Is that so?”
“Mhmm,” Connor said as he ran his finger over my lips.
“Then what are you waiting for? Take me. I’m all yours.”
“You’re mine. Mine forever, and nobody will ever take you from me.”
“Never,” I whispered as I kissed him on the lips.
* * *
As I walked around the art gallery, Connor talked to Vinnie. He told Connor that the guy in the picture was the lighting man, and he was taking pictures of the way the lighting was set up so he could show a prospective client.
“I can call him in if you want to speak to him,” Vinnie said.
“That doesn’t explain why the man was holding his crotch like that. Who does that in a public place?” Connor asked.
“He has testicular cancer, and I know he’s frequently in pain. So that’s probably why he was doing that. Why are you asking about him anyway?”
“Someone’s been sending text messages and flowers to my wife. The texts are sex related and when I saw this picture, I automatically assumed it was him.”
“Couldn�
�t be him,” Vinnie said. “Did I mention that he’s gay?”
Connor looked at me with a disappointed expression. I thought for sure it was the lighting man, and this would finally be over. A beep came from my purse, which alerted me that I had a text message. As I fumbled for it, I took out my phone and there was a text from him.
“I stare at your picture and imagine what it would be like to fuck you and hear you moan. I think about you all day, and I can’t stop. Your smile drives me insane and your mouth around my cock is what I crave and desire.”
My panicked face gave it away that the message was from him. Connor grabbed my phone and I stood there as rage took over his face and settled into his eyes. He put his arm around me and pulled me into him. “When I find out who’s doing this, I’m going to kill him.”
We thanked Vinnie and left the gallery. When we stepped outside, Connor called Detective James and told him about the latest text message and how the man from the art gallery wasn’t the guy. The text messages were starting to get more graphic, and now I was getting more frightened than before. As soon as Connor hung up the phone with Detective James, he pulled me into him.
“Let’s go get some dinner and then we’ll head back to New York.”
I nodded my head and we walked down the street to a Mexican restaurant. I really wasn’t hungry, so I only ordered the tacos. As we were eating, I kept noticing two girls sitting at the table next to us, eyeing Connor. I had sort of gotten used to the fact that my husband was the sexiest man alive and that women appreciated his looks, but I drew the line when they wouldn’t stop staring at him, even though I was sitting directly across from him.
“Those two women keep staring at you,” I whispered.
“I know. I’ve noticed.” He smiled.
“It’s irritating, and I’m going to say something if they don’t stop.”
“No, you won’t. There will be no embarrassing me tonight. Now eat your tacos!”
I glared at him from across the table as I took a bite of my taco. He glared at me as he drank his beer. The waiter came over and asked if we wanted dessert. I took the liberty of ordering two desserts.
