Chapter 80 Was Frank Stalking Me?
DEAN
After the wonderful blowjob Nadia gave me, I lay down on the bed and watched her get dressed for work, as she was an hour late.
"You keep manipulating me with sex," she muttered sulkily as she buttoned her shirt for the second time that morning.
"I doubt you'd say you didn't like it." I raised an eyebrow as I watched her stare at me with those eyes that never refused a challenge.
"I didn't like it," she stammered at the end, and I smiled, satisfied with my victory.
"But that's not fair, I'm a Terri little liar," she said, making a sore loser face.
"You really are," I confessed, barely managing to suppress a mocking laugh.
"You're such a naughty boyfriend!" Nadia exclaimed, laughing along with me.
"And you're a very hot girlfriend," I retorted, pulling her by the waist.
"No way, Dean," she said, removing my hands that were squeezing her butt.
"I have to go to work."
No, there isn't. - I said, squeezing her butt again.
"Of course I do," she said, pushing my hands away from her butt again.
"How do you think I pay the installments on my Ferrari ?"
"Do you own a Ferrari ?" I asked, curious.
"Yes, I do have a beautiful and expensive red Ferrari," she replied, emphasizing the " expensive ."
"Now let me get to work, Mr. Millionaire."
"Okay, Ms. Hard Worker," I said, pulling her in for a kiss, and after biting her lower lip, I finally let her go to work.
But I must confess that I desired to tie her to my bed and leave her there until we were both satisfied, which is to say, never.
NADIA
I read and reread the damned note in my hands, not because I liked that sick poem, but because I was trying to decipher what message Frank wanted to convey to me with it.
A threat? Or worse a death threat?
Would that crazy guy have the courage to do something like that?
These and other questions were running through my mind when someone squeezed my shoulder, and a terrified scream escaped my throat.
"Damn it, Alice!" I cursed after seeing my secretary's brown eyes widen in fear.
"You almost scared me to death," she said after letting out a long sigh.
"I should be the one saying that," I said, pressing the note against my racing chest.
"What do you want?" I asked, referring to the squeeze she gave me.
"It looked like you'd seen a ghost, and I wanted to ask what was written on that note to make you look like that," Alice said, pointing to the note I was now placing between my breasts.
"What does it say?"
"It's none of your business," I said, irritated by her recent lack of professionalism.
First, you gave my address to crazy Frank, then he started asking questions about my lateness and canceled photo sessions.
And now she comes with another damn personal question? Not on your life would I answer that.
"Now, if you'll excuse me," I said, turning and heading towards the room where the models were, but before opening the door, I threw those voodoo roses in the trash.
"What if that crazy guy cast some kind of marriage spell on them?" I thought, refusing to rule out any possibility about that nutcase.
"I'm sorry for the delay..." I started to say to the models, but I stopped as soon as I saw those crazy green eyes staring at me.
"What is that son of a bitch doing here?"
DEAN
I arrived at my company a little before my secretary's lunch break, and I took the opportunity to call her into my office before she left for lunch.
"Mr. Hartford?" Roselia called after opening the door to my office.
"You can come in," I replied, while reading through the contract that Nadia's father had sent me.
I must say that we were now almost partners, and that my father-in-law and I got along very well, even though he was unaware that I was going to be his son-in-law soon but only because Nadia insisted on keeping it a secret from him for the time being.
"What do you want, sir?" Roselia asked, standing in front of my desk.
"I want you to send this contract to Mr. Thompson," I said, handing her the signed contract.
"Yes sir," she replied after taking it.
"And one more thing," I said before Roselia left the room.
"I need you to hire the best psychologist in New York on my behalf," I said without giving many details.
"A psychologist?" Roselia repeated as if she had misheard.
Yes. - I stated, a little impatiently.
"Okay, Mr. Hartford," she replied.
"Anything else?"
"No, that's all," I said, not paying much attention to her.
"You can go have lunch now."
"Thank you, sir." And with that, she left the office with her head down.
"Has this woman forgotten that she's just my secretary now?" I thought, somewhat bothered by the fact that she was still acting like my submissive.
"Do I have a meeting today?" I asked myself while fiddling with my computer.
"Well..." I murmured, hovering the mouse over my electronic calendar.
"I don't think so."
"I think I'll take Nadia out to lunch." I thought excitedly, but the idea went out the window as soon as my sister walked into my office.
"Hi Dean," she said in that annoying voice of hers.
"What do you want, Sofia?" I asked impatiently.
"Oh, Dean!" Sofia exclaimed, feigning offense.
"Is this how you greet your little sister?"
"Which little sister?" I asked sarcastically.
"The one who didn't visit her brother in a coma, or the one who only comes to ask for money?"
"Don't be so dramatic, Dean," she said, rolling her eyes, and then sat down in the chair across from my desk.
"Just tell me what you want," I said, watching her take something out of her designer bag.
"Dad wants to meet your slutty girlfriend," Sofia said after placing a gossip magazine on my desk.
"A slutty girlfriend?" I repeated, confused, as I picked up the magazine.
"What a load of crap." I thought after seeing the cover of that damn magazine.
It contained a photo of Nadia and me kissing in front of my building, but that wasn't all, because to make matters worse, it also had the following highlighted phrase.
"NY's most eligible bachelor, Dean Hartford is caught kissing famous photographer Nadia Thompson in front of his building."
And below it was another phrase in smaller letters.
"When will this very hot couple admit that they are visibly in love?
Or better yet, that they are dating? "
Damn it... - I muttered, throwing the magazine onto the table.
I didn't want my relationship with Nadia to be exposed to the whole of New York, especially now that we were starting to have a stable relationship.
Nadia's father would probably see this damn gossip and draw his own conclusions, given that I didn't ask his permission to date his precious daughter.
"I see you weren't very happy about that, brother," Sofia said, just to tease me.
"But Dad insists you bring your slutty girlfriend over to dinner tonight," she said, calling Nadia a slut again.
"If you call Nadia a slut again, I'll cut off the damn allowance I give you every week," I said that to avoid threatening to beat you up.
"You wouldn't do that," she said, challenging me.
Oh, I would, yes. - I said seriously.
"Damn it, Dean!" she exclaimed indignantly.
"What did you see in that woman?"
Everything. - I said, giving her a small smile.
"Ugh!" Sofia huffed as she grabbed her bag.
"You'd better show up for dinner," she said as she headed towards the door.
"Otherwise, you know what will happen, right?"
And so my annoying sister left my office, leaving me alone to think about how I would take Nadia to that house without those people making her feel like trash.
Was Frank Stalking Me?
NADIA
I stood there in silence for a few minutes while I watched those dull, lifeless green eyes stare at me.
Frank was just a few feet away from me along with the other models, but I was incredulous that he was there, even after my threat to report him for stalking.
"Well..." I murmured, disconcerted.
"I apologize for the delay; I had to take care of something personal."
"No problem," replied the guy I wanted behind bars.
"I'll take a look at the list of names to see if everyone is present." I lied, making up an excuse to see if Frank was on the list.
Because if he wasn't there, I would call security and run to the nearest police station.
Alice, Maria, Rachel, Peter, Kian... - I read the names aloud, while they raised one of their hands or said "here".
After reading ten of the eleven names of the models present in that room, I finally came across the name of the damned guy who was number eleven on the list.
Frank... - I murmured, trying to hide the revulsion that name brought me.
"Here," the wretch replied indifferently.
It was as if he were ignoring me, or rather, treating me like a stranger.
"Better this way," I thought, letting out a soft sigh.
"Okay, so let's start with some photos in casual clothes," I said as I picked up my camera.
The models nodded in agreement and entered the changing room, including Mr. Psychopath.
"Oh my God, protect me." I prayed silently while taking a deep breath.
I knew that being in a room with the guy who threatened to kill me was far from a good idea, and that even with witnesses, this bastard would be capable of anything.
"After all, nobody can predict the actions of a rejected madman."