Chapter 12
Sebastian
When the mirrored phone pings, I immediately reach for it. I can finally let out the breath I’ve been holding when I see the notification that her doctor’s notes from her gynecologist appointment this morning have been uploaded.
I open the medical app and plug in her password. Within seconds I’m reading the document, searching for her results. Relief floods me when I see her Pap Smear results are normal. My finger hovers over the red square, prepared to close the document, when writing in yellow catches my eye.
New medication added
My heart freezes for a moment as fear fills me. She doesn’t take any medication. Is something wrong? Is she sick? I don’t recognize the medicine, so I look it up.
And my heart stops for another reason.
Why is my angel getting a contraceptive injection?
Surely, it’s for hormonal reasons, right? She couldn’t possibly be planning on… I shake off the horrid thought.
Turning back to her notes, I scan the document, desperate to find the reason. Maybe her menstruation has worsened? Or she had labs come back with abnormalities? But no, I would have seen those.
Ms. Lewis has begun taking the contraceptive implant with plans of becoming sexually active in the near future.
Flabbergasted. I’m simply flabbergasted.
I reread the sentence once. Then twice. Thrice. On the fourth time, it finally registers. And my hands shake.
My Lizzy.
My Lizzy plans on becoming sexually active in the near future?
No. She’s out of her damn mind.
If she had gone with oral daily pills, I would’ve just thrown them away. But the insufferable angel has decided to inject herself with a foreign body so she can… Ugh, I can’t even finish the thought.
Wait.
Does she still plan on going on the date tonight? The man hasn’t messaged her in two days. Or rather, he has, but none have gone through to her phone. I thought I handled this.
As the room fills with the sound of her arrival home, I scowl, searching her for answers. But when she pulls the shopping bags from her trunk, my heart sinks.
She rushes excitedly to her bedroom. Despite my love of watching her sleep, I refrained from installing cameras in her bedroom. That, and her bathroom, would be too much of an invasion. I’d never watch her in a compromising position without her consent.
I wait patiently, listening as the clock hands on my wall tick. The minutes pass agonizingly slowly. The crawl of time has me tempted to check on her through the front camera on her phone, but I abstain.
After far too long, she emerges to feed her reptiles. I gave them some little treats earlier when I stopped by to check on her oven. There was no way I was trusting that insipid electrician to keep her safe.
When I can finally make her out, I find my throat too dry to swallow. My tongue too heavy. Because my sweet angel comes out looking ethereal.
In a dark green frock that somehow perfectly matches her bangs, she looks gorgeous.
The knee-high boots make it difficult for me to tear my gaze away.
My pants become uncomfortably tight as my dick awakens.
But it’s not the clothes that have me aroused, it’s the radiance she projects.
She’s absolutely glowing with excitement. It’s captivating. It’s beautiful.
It’s… for another man.
A monster of a man.
Pulling up the camera view on my personal phone, I rush down the stairs to my bedroom. In the closet, I finger through my clothes, trying to find the perfect outfit for tonight. She could see me tonight. And I want her to like what she sees.
First, I pull out my nicest suit. Halfway through dressing, I realize this is far too nice for a sports bar. Refusing to wear a t-shirt for our first public outing, I pull on a half-zip sweater. It’s dark green, perfectly matching her dress. Then I throw on a pair of dark jeans.
Turning, I study myself in the mirror, trying to picture what Lizzy will see if she looks at me. Will she like what I’m wearing? Will she find me approachable yet desirable?
Shaking my head, I check my phone. It’s almost time for us to leave. I race upstairs and gather a travel bag with a laptop and weaponry in it.
Once I get in my car, I wait until Lizzy leaves her driveway to follow behind her. Despite knowing better, I still have hope that she’ll make a turn in the opposite direction of the grimy sports bar.
Lizzy Lewis is an exceptional woman who deserves to be treated as such. She should be dined at the finest of restaurants. She should never have to chauffeur herself, although I am proud of her for not letting him pick her up. Duvic’s is far below her.
In fact, Lizzy Lewis isn’t going to be impressed by food and drink.
She needs to be stimulated. The way to Lizzy’s heart isn’t through her stomach; it’s through her mind.
If this were our first date, I’d take her to a museum or aquarium.
Certainly not the zoo where she works, although she loves those animals.
Or I’d find an esteemed trivia night and try to keep up with her.
Even a chess match at home would be more her style.
And I know this because I know my Lizzy. My angel is my perfect match. And we’re not people who are easily impressed by riches. Not that Chris Davis has any riches.
My grip on the steering wheel tightens to the point of pain at the thought of that gremlin anywhere near her. As soon as I find a spot on the street to park, I have my laptop open.
Within a minute, the security cameras in Duvic’s are displayed on my computer. A familiar figure is playing pool with several men. Chris Davis doesn’t seem bothered by the silence from his date, not concerned that she hasn’t arrived yet.
He also appears to have already started imbibing. The sway in his body as he leans over his stick and the lack of control in his shot make that clear.
What a disgrace.
When my dear Lizzy leaves her car and walks alone to the bar entrance, my eyes remain locked on her the entire time. I won’t let her out of my sight, not even to blink.
Once she’s inside, I have to convince myself it’s safer than on the street. Even if it brings her closer in contact to drunk men and an abusive asshole.
I also open her mirrored phone and listen in through the microphone. Not a single moment of this encounter will go unsupervised, and I’m only a few feet away should anything go awry.