I sigh and glance at my old phone sitting in the middle of the dining room table just out of my reach.
The reporter side of me is itching to turn it on again and see if anything else has come through. However, I know that is a bad idea. No. It is a really bad idea.
I can’t have my little hideout blown because of my own curiosity.
I turn my attention back to my new phone, as I continue to type in my contacts. I can’t have anything linking this phone to my old one, even though it would be so much easier if I could download my contacts from my online accounts.
This is almost like déjà vu from when I had originally left my family and ventured out on my own. My family still doesn’t understand me, but that’s all right. I don’t understand how they can’t quite see how snooty they are. Well, my parents aren’t that bad, except for my moth
The limo stops in front of the venue, while I sit in the back seat and scan the crowd. I would rather be dressed in my black company issued outfit, instead of this dress. At least I’ve been able to find one without all the sparkles and sequins. Still this dress is not me.I hope I don’t have to go running after someone. I guess if things go bad, I’ll just toss my shoes off and still run in the dress. I know that my mother will shake her finger at me and probably roll her eyes too, but my priority is the safety of the family first.The flashes of the camera make me squint even through the tinted windows.Ugh… Reporters…. Besides the bad guys, reporters are the one group of people that make my job hard. Some of them are so good at getting things before we can put a tight lid on stuff.Page’s calm voice halts my growing desire to tell the driver to k
I can’t believe that I’m actually here at the gala. Regardless, I know better than to cross my mother. She would have marched right back to the family’s city apartment and would have dragged me here kicking and screaming.I do have to admit that it is better than staying tucked away from everyone and being afraid to walk down the street. I’m confident that Chris or his ‘little birdie’ wouldn’t look here for me. If the royal guards or the royal’s security company can’t find me at my family’s apartment, I don’t think that Chris or his ‘little birdie’ can find me there either.I do have to admit that my hand has been itching to turn on my old phone and see what else has been sent to me. However, I know I can’t.My life is more important than knowing what, if any, more pictures have been sent to me.I glance around the venu
I don’t why I’m doing it, but I’m avoiding Shane. There is something about those hazel blue eyes that has me shaking in my boots.No. I’m not afraid of him, but there is something about him that I can’t quite put my finger on.I take drink of champagne and glance around the ballroom. I think the coast is clear for right now.From beside me, Page nudges my arm. “What has you all antsy? Usually, I would assume that you have seen something that could be a threat, but that isn’t the look that you usually give. No.” She moves her hand around in front of me. “This look here is something completely different. I almost want to say there is a look of fear in your eyes, but that can’t be right. You don’t fear anything.”Well, I normally don’t fear anything, but right now, I’m not so sure. I still can
I can’t believe that I found her. She is even more beautiful up close.Her golden-brown eyes sparkle in the light, however, I wish they would sparkle for me. I know she is attracted to me, but I can also see in her eyes something is holding her back. I’m not going to let that stop me though.With my heart racing, I silently direct us to the corner of the ballroom which is a little hidden from the rest of the area. Plus, it is a little darker there.As we walk through the crowd, I can’t help to steal glances at her. Her shiny golden brown hair sways from side to side and gently caresses her shoulders.I’m not one into fashion, but a part of me wishes she would have worn a strapless dress instead. I’m sure her shoulders and arms are just as alluring as the one leg that keeps peeking out of the slit of her dress. Plus, I could brush her hair off her shoulder and a
I don’t know if I should be happy or not. Without really trying to coax it out of him, Shane has told me the truth, while, on the other hand, I’ve lied to him. I know that Uncle Charles will be happy, but a part of me hates not revealing the truth to Shane. Unfortunately, telling the truth goes against my top priority of protecting my family. Plus, he is a suspect in an on-going investigation.I take a deep breath while my heart beats frantically, and my mind lingers over Shane’s last words. He isn’t going to leave the gala without me.His hazel blue eyes beg me to not reject him, while I fight to keep my own desire for him hidden.A heat slowly builds up along my cheeks and neck, while I internally wage a war between my heart and my mind. I’m thankful now that this corner is a little dark. Hopefully, he won’t be able to see my flushed face.My mind tries to pu
I look at my reflection in the mirror. I want everything to be perfect.I have to admit the fact that her uncle is Charles Elliott is very daunting. He is one man who can find anything and everything about an individual which has me shaking in my boots.It wasn’t until I had gotten home last night when the reality of the situation finally sunk into me. I’m sure that Charles’ security company already knows about the pictures and the threatening messages. However, the security has never come to my parent’s apartment, so I can only assume the security company doesn’t know where I’m staying. After questioning my mother this morning, I also have discovered that the building has multiple layers of protection for the noble families. One of those protections is a blocking system that doesn’t allow anyone’s phone to provide a GPS location to anyone trying to trace it. I’m not r
With a big smile spread across my face, I collapse onto my bed. Images of my date with Shane flash through my mind. I still can’t believe that I have agreed to go on another date with him. Surprisingly, Uncle Charles approves of our next date too.In the back of my mind, I know the reason Uncle Charles agrees is because he wants me to dig up more information about Shane and why he has received those messages from that disposable phone. I know my uncle is right, but a larger part of me doesn’t want to use Shane.Even though my mind and heart are battling with each other, my heart is winning most of the time.I can’t refuse the fact that Shane and I are drawn to each other. Our chemistry is mind blowing. Without even knowing it, I flirt with him. I don’t even know how to flirt, but when I’m around Shane, it comes out without even thinking.One sligh
I scan through the reports and pictures of Dee’s date last night. I have to admit that Shane was a perfect gentleman. He opens doors for my niece and lets her pick the movie. He didn’t try anything in the dark movie theater either, which is a little bit of a surprise. Regardless, I still have this gut feeling that he is hiding something more than his family’s background, which clearly the person who has sent him all those threating messages doesn’t have any clue about. As I continue to go through the reports and pictures, Max quietly sneaks into the room and sits down across the table from me. Before he has a chance to say anything, I bark, “Has Trevor been able to get anything off of those pictures in Shane’s messages yet?” I turn my focus towards my best agent, who slides to the edge of his chair and nods. “Yes. Trevor has finally been able to enlarge the pictures and keep the quality of the image.” He