The last few months had been some of the best I’d experienced. We were lying in bed, and Patty’s blue hair spread across my chest as the night before filtered through my mind. When we got home from the restaurant, I couldn’t wait to have Patty in my arms. We barely made it through the door before I had my lips pressed against hers.

I needed to be inside her immediately. I ripped off her shirt, not wanting to waste any time. I pulled her bra down and immediately went to sucking on her right breast. I brought my right hand up to her other one and plucked at her nipple. Patty withered under my touch. The moans were starting to become desperate.

“Please…”

At her request, I slid my hand under her skirt to find she was not wearing any underwear.

The groan that came though my mouth brought Patty back to the present. “I took them off when I went to the bathroom before we left.”

I pressed my lips back to hers in a demanding kiss. The need to possess her was urgent. I grabbed her butt with both hands and lifted her. She immediately wrapped her legs around my waist, and I carried her back toward our bedroom.

Once we were in the bedroom, I broke the kiss and tossed her on the bed. I then tied her hands to the steel rings in the headboard. After Patty was secured to the bed, I worked her skirt up over her ass. Her shaved pussy was glistening, waiting for me to devour it.

I held her hips in place while I slowly started to lick her clit. Patty squirmed under my touch. “Yesss, don’t stop,” Patty cried, digging her heels into my back. Using my back as leverage, Patty worked to push her clit harder against my tongue.

Leaving her right on the edge, I pulled back to remove my shirt. “You taste so good. I miss this when I have to go away.”

“I miss the way you lick my clit when you are gone.” Patty moaned.

Enjoying the sound of Patty moaning, I went back to working on her clit. I slowly dragged my tongue lower, down to her ass. I felt Patty tense under my tongue, and she tried to squirm. She couldn’t push me away because her arms were still tied to the bed.

“What do you think you are doing?” Patty half moaned, half yelled. She was still trying to squirm away, but I had ahold of her hips.

“Is there a problem?” I said with an added smirk.

“Oh, screw it—continue. Please don’t…” When I went back to lick her ass, she lost all ability to talk. While continuing to lick her, I rubbed her clit. She was so drenched. I could tell she was near orgasm. I pinched her clit, and she lost it.

“Ohhh… I’m coming… Don’t stop.” Her legs tightened around my head, and her heel dug deeper into my back.

I dropped my pants to the floor and climbed onto the bed. I slowly worked my way up her body, licking her stomach, stopping at her nipples to enjoy the sound of her muffled moans. As I sucked on one of her nipples, I used my hand to pluck at her other taut nipple. When I reached her lips, I thrust into her. Patty’s pussy was tight and wet. I continued to rear back and thrust in again and again, each time slowly working my way in. No matter how many times I was balls deep, it felt like the first time. It seemed like I couldn’t tell where she began and I ended.

The sound of both our phones ringing brought me out of my thoughts of our lovemaking the night before. Patty made a grunting sound. I reached over and grabbed my phone.

“This better be fucking good.” My dick was painfully hard, and I wanted to flip Patty over on the bed and have a repeat of last night.

I heard Brock grumbling on the other side of the phone. It sounded like he’d claimed I was an ungrateful bastard. “Have you looked at the internet, the news, or your email?”

“No, I’m still in bed, trying to enjoy my girlfriend. What can be so important it can’t wait?”

Brock huffed. I could tell by his voice that whatever was on the TV was not going to be good news. I grabbed the remote off the nightstand and turned on the TV. Right when I was about to get to the news stations, Brock’s words sent a cold chill down my back. “Patty’s identity has been leaked to the tabloids.”

I put Brock on speakerphone and set my phone on Patty’s nightstand. When I turned up the volume on the TV, it caused Patty to stir on my chest. “Pixie, you need to get up. We have an issue.” I slowly stroked Patty’s back, nudging her to get up.

“Leave me alone. You kept me up all night,” Patty grumbled into my chest.

Although I didn’t want to break her from her sleep to see her world turned upside down, I shook her again. “Patty, look at the TV.”

She slowly turned her head to look up at the screen. When she saw herself on the TV, she shot up and grabbed the remote to turn up the volume. It was hard to concentrate on the TV when Patty was sitting completely naked next to me. The sheet had fallen to her lap when she sat up.

“What the fuck is going on? Why am I on the news, and why did they use a picture of my hair when it was yellow? I look like fucking Big Bird. Someone needs to get my picture off the fucking…”

The reporter on the TV said, “We are outside White Hat Security, trying to get more information on Patty Beckett. A source has told us Patty has been hiding at White Hat Security for the last three years. Patty Beckett is next in line to become the queen of Shialia. Patty and her sister have stayed out of the limelight for the last ten years. Our source did not have any information on her sister, Jessica, at the moment.

“Our source told us she has been stealing information from White Hat Security to supply her own company with new technology. We were informed that Patty is also the owner of Black Hat Security. We’re waiting at White Hat Security to talk to Bridget Ross. Will Bridget send the next queen of Shialia to jail for espionage? Will her husband, real estate mogul Alex Ross, known for his cutthroat dealings, help take down Patty Beckett? Stay tuned for an update on the six o’clock news.”

“I need to call Bridget.” Patty started to scramble out of bed, but I grabbed her around the waist and hauled her into my arms.

“Brock, can you get everyone together at the office? Please make sure Bridget, Alex, and his brothers are there also. We will be there in a half hour. I will bring Jessica and Neal with us.” It was convenient that Jessica lived in the penthouse across the hall and Neal lived one floor down.

“No, don’t come here. There is media all over the place. You guys will be hounded and followed here if you leave. I already contacted everyone, and we decided to come to Patty’s house. Everyone will be there in an hour. Jessica and Neal are also coming up in an hour. We are giving you a few minutes in peace.” Brock didn’t wait for me to respond before he hung up the phone.

“Do you think it was him? Why is he doing this to me? I need to get ahold of Bridget and let her know what they said was not true.” Patty’s voice was cracking from the stress.

She was starting to shake and cry hard. Lemon jumped onto the bed and set her head on Patty’s leg, trying to give her support. I moved Lemon to the side and moved Patty so I was cradling her in my arms. She buried her face in my chest and sobbed.

“He… messed up… my life.” Patty could barely get anything out because she was crying so hard.

“I won’t let your father take you back. It’s time you ran your company and live your life as you are. Bridget and Alex will not be mad at you,” I whispered in Patty’s ear while I continued to rub her back.

“I need to get ready so we can head into your office and meet everyone. We need to come up with a plan. Who knows what—”

I put my hand over her mouth to stop her from going into panic mode.

I got out of bed with Patty still in my arms and headed to the bathroom. “We are going to get cleaned up and have some breakfast because everyone is coming here.”

* * *

Our shower ended up taking more of our hour than we’d expected. Everyone would be arriving in a few minutes, and we still hadn’t eaten. The shower sex helped mellow me out and cooled my nerves. The stalker had made me realize how much he could shake my emotions. Sam walked up behind me and wrapped his arms around my waist. When I was in his arms, all my problems seemed to go away. I leaned my head back to rest on his chest. He smelled like aftershave and ocean-fresh soap. He kissed me a couple times on the crook of my neck, and it sent a shiver down my spine.

I spun in his arms and wrapped my arms around his neck. He leaned down and captured my lips. I was lost in the kiss. His hands roamed down and grabbed my ass. He lifted me, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I heard the security beep that signaled approved fingerprints at the front door. I tried to pull away from Sam’s grasp to greet Brock. Then Sam pulled me in closer and mumbled across my lips that it was Brock. He had texted to say he was on his way up.

“Can’t you two stop for one second? Your life is all over the news, and you are here having sex in the kitchen,” Bridget said with laughter in her voice.

I broke away and ran over to give her a hug and tell her none of what they were saying on the news was true. I stopped short when I spotted Alex with their precious baby in a pink BabyBjörn carrier. The man who ran his world with an iron fist looked so strange with a pink baby carrier.

“Bridget, what they said is not true.”

“I know it’s not true. We should figure out how to fix this situation so you can walk out the door. Don’t worry about me. I have my end handled. We are all worried about you.” Bridget wrapped me in the most comforting hug.

When Brock walked in next, I could tell by his face that something else had happened besides the news release. I walked over, and he wrapped me in a hug. “What’s wrong? I can tell something else happened.” Over the last few months, Brock and I had developed a close friendship.

“We got another email.”

I had given Brock access to my email so he could watch for messages from the stalker. I ran to my computer to see what was sent.

Sam pulled me away from my computer and into his lap.

“Here is what it says,” Brock passed me a printed copy of the email.

From: B. Waterville

Sent: Friday, April 14, 2017

To: Patty Beckett

Subject: You will be mine again

Patty,

I’m sorry, my beautiful queen. I had to expose your identity. You weren’t listening to me. I told you to leave Sam, and you haven’t done what you were told. You have one week to leave that woman-beating asshole before I expose his business to the media. I will also be coming for you in one week. I almost have your room ready, and we will be together forever.

Yours,

Waterville