“Everything,” I confirmed. “Down to the last detail. If she took a pill this morning, I want to know about it.” The example popped out, and I was once again grateful that Benson didn’t ask questions. I didn’t want to explain that I needed to know if she was on birth control.
“What’s your deadline?”
“Get me her address in the next half hour. Then I want what you have on her by tomorrow morning and send me daily updates if you have new information.”
“I’ll have to move some things around to put that kind of time into it right now,” he warned me. “Plus, taking the trip out there. It’s going to cost.”
“Whatever it takes,” I confirmed. There was nothing I wouldn’t do to make London mine.
We agreed on the terms and ended our call just as I was walking through my front door. I made my way to the den by the master bedroom that I’d converted into an office. Taking a seat at my desk, I pulled up my email and saw that Benson had already sent me London’s address. With that information in hand, I dialed the number for the local security company I used. There were always threats directed at me, and I wasn’t stupid enough to completely ignore them all. So, I was well protected but from a distance. They were excellent at being stealthy, which was even more important in this situation. I set them up to watch over London without her knowledge. They were going to tap into any security feeds that would allow me to monitor my girl and make sure she was always safe. From my enemies as well as any motherfuckers who attempted to steal her away from me.
It took everything I had to keep from driving to her house and waiting to catch even a small glimpse of her. Instead, I grilled a steak and potato and made a salad, trying to stay busy. After doing the dishes and finishing up some paperwork in my office, I glanced at the time with a frown. It had been almost four hours since I’d called Essex security. I should have access to view any cameras in London’s house by now.
Almost as if they were listening to my thoughts, my phone rang with the owner’s private number. “Hey, Nathan. Are we all set?”
“Not quite,” he responded, surprising me. They’d never been late to deliver before. “Are you familiar with Jonah Carrington?”
My eyebrows rose at the name. Of course, I’d heard of him. He owned a multi-billion-dollar tech company and was rumored to be one of the best hackers in the world. In fact, Essex Security was a subsidiary of his corporation. And if that hadn’t been enough, we used him for my company’s cybersecurity. “What does he have to do with this?”
Nathan sighed. “First of all, I should warn you that he’s one of her father’s best friends. He’s practically her uncle.”
“Good to know,” I murmured, wondering why this was important. “I’m still not seeing how that affects your task.”
“Because he’s the one who set up the security on the house she’s living in. The entire network is locked up tighter than Fort Knox.”
“Shit,” I grumbled with a deep frown as I scratched my jaw through my beard. “Alright. Just stay on her at all times and keep her safe.”
“Already done.”
I grunted in acknowledgment and hung up. Feeling restless without my own eyes on London, I changed into shorts and hit my home gym for a strenuous workout. It did the trick, and after a quick shower, I fell into an exhausted sleep the moment I dropped into bed.
The next morning, I didn’t feel all that rested because I’d been hard as fuck and on the verge of coming all night. Every time I closed my eyes, I was fucking London in my dreams. Although, I did make note of some of the more creative ideas my brain had conjured up for when I finally had the real London in my bed.
Sitting up and scrubbing my hands up and down my face, I tried to clear away the morning fog. Then I threw off the covers and swung my legs out of the bed, grabbing my phone as I walked toward the master bath. I ignored the hundred or so emails that had come in overnight, searching for just one. I finally spotted Benson’s address and clicked open the message. He’d attached a file on London and rather than trying to see the small print and pictures on my phone, I sent it to the printer in my office.
It was a big file and would take some time to complete. Since I knew I’d want to head out as soon as it was done, I forced myself to shower and get ready for the day. When I was dressed in jeans and a sweater, I combed my thick beard and slicked back the longer portion of my hair on the top of my head. I slipped on a pair of deck shoes and grabbed my keys and wallet. By the time I entered my office, I was happy to see that the dossier was done printing. I put the loose papers into a folder and took the stairs down to the garage that sat under my house at street level. There was an elevator, but I rarely used it in favor of the stairs. I made a metal note to make sure London used it when she was pregnant, though. I didn’t want her navigating the stairs alone in that condition.