Chapter 11: Ice Cold Reality

Genevieve:



Raphael knew what he was doing. Like really knew. So much so, that Genevieve was a sopping mess from his kisses alone. Genevieve couldn’t stop the moan that escaped into his mouth as his tongue delved into the depths of her own. She had never been touched in this way before. A way that made her feel wanted. Needed. Like Raphael was going to cease to exist if he wasn’t clutching on to jer for dear life.

His hands found their way easily under Genevieve’s thigh, holding her against his hard erection. His other splayed up her torso. His fingers played with the edges of her bralette, flicking up and over her nipple which brought forth a whine so needy, she had no idea she was capable of it.

What sounded like a growl left his throat as he nuzzled Genevieve’s neck, and it sent a shiver of excitement down to her core, which in turn caused her heated need to throb.

It was a second before Genevieve realized that Raphael had pushed up her bralette so that her nipples were exposed to the cool air of the room. They puckered further, unbearably so that the pressure caused a delicious pulse of pain to reverberate through her chest and straight down her body.

Raphael dipped his head down, taking in one of her nipples into the suction of his lips and Genevieve moaned aloud, laying her head back against the wall for support. Raphael looked up at her through hooded eyes as he flicked her nipple with his tongue, and his hand played with the hem of her panties.

Then everything stopped.

Raphael was frozen against her, his cock losing the heat and tightness that it once had.

Genevieve bit back a cry of disappointment as Raphael moved back and left her cold and icy. She was bared to him, her bralette shoved up, her robe open.

“Um,” she cleared her throat and did her best to rid herself of her foggy mind. What had she just done? With her bodyguard of all people. It was the best she had felt in a long time, yet why did he—oh, God. “Raph, I’m sorry. If I did something to–”

He held his hand up to stop her, his eyes on the wall next to her, where her head lay back against.

“I’m s–”

“We need to get you out of here.” Raphael interrupted once more before he stepped forward and resituated Genevieve’s bralette back over her breasts.

Embarrassment dropped balls of lead into her stomach, and she pulled away, wrapping herself with her robe as though to protect herself. Raphael frowned but shook his head.

“Pack a bag. Now.”

“Raph–”

“Now.” He demanded.

Genevieve bit back any retort she may have had and rushed into her bedroom where she grabbed a small carry-on-sized bag. Her mind and body buzzed with the adrenaline over their sexual contact, but her heart was hammering with the confusion and embarrassment of being rejected. Had that just happened? Had Raphael decided that he didn’t want her anymore?

There was a ping on her phone that lay on the nightstand, but she could barely find it through the tears that blurred her vision. She sniffled and dropped a pair of pants into the bag before picking up the device.

She looked back at the open door and could hear Raphael speaking to someone. It must’ve been on the phone since she only got his side of the conversation.

“I don’t give a fuck what you’re doing Gunner. Get your asses decent and down here.” Silence as he listened to the other side. “Yes, of course I fucking know you booked a room in this hotel… Because I know everything. Now get the fuck down here.”

There was a click, and Genevieve turned back around to look down at her phone. It was a text message, but from someone who wasn’t a saved contact. She opened the message that contained an image and one word. Both caused her heart to plummet and her adrenaline to spike for a completely different reason.

It was an image of her and Raphael only moments prior, with the word ‘slut’ typed out below it.

It had to be the stalker. Who else could it be?

Genevieve turned and exited the room slightly off-kilter as Vin and Gunner entered, their faces red and their breathing heavy as they stood before Raphael.

Raphael held out his hand to them, palm facing up. In the center of it was a small, black contraption. Oh God, Genevieve knew exactly what that was.

Nausea rolled through her especially as all three men turned toward her and looked as though they were ready to catch her if she fainted.

“What is it, baby girl?” Raphael moved to her quickly. He reached his hand out to her shoulder, but she stepped out of reach. She couldn’t handle the contact right then. She would break down. The tears would fall. Oh, wait. They were already rolling down her cheeks.

“Um,” the words refused to come forward, so she shoved her phone at Raphael who took it and looked down at the message.

“Fuck!” he growled out.

Vin and Gunner moved to his side to peer down as well before their eyes bugged and they all shifted into work mode.

“G, get her taken care of,” Vin told Gunner before he grabbed the contraption from Raphael and moved to the wall that they had just been pinned up against.

There was now a small hole where one of the pictures had hung, or rather right below it. It was so small that Genevieve barely noticed it.

“Find the rest. I want every goddamn camera found. Now!” Raphael barked as Gunner ushered Genevieve into her room to finish packing.

She couldn’t help but wonder, how in the hell had the stalker found time to enter her hotel suite and plant even a single camera? She reeled and leaned against the wall for a moment to clear her mind.

He was going to stop at nothing to get her. She knew it in her very core.