I was in the middle of a boring quarterly bbriefing when my phone buzzed against the glass table. I didn’t need to check the sender—Fiona’s na usually lit up my screen with so sweet ssage or a carefully chosen sweet emoji. I smiled slightly, expecting the usual sweetness.
My smile vanished when i saw a photo, my hands froze as I stared at the screen. Heat surged through , imdiately, a mix of fury and disbelief. It was her—with another man. They were too close! I zood in on the picture and his hands were on her waist. Why was she smiling at him!
I slamd the phone onto the table. The impact made a loud sound, and I almost didn’t care that every board mber in the room looked up in shock. The presenter stopped talking. So of them glanced at nervously, but I couldn’t et their eyes. My blood was boiling.
Did she lie to ? Did she go out with another man and not tell ?
No! Wait. She’d ntioned Ella’s brother was driving right? Fuck!... the image burned in my mind.
How dare he put his hands on her? Only I was allowed to touch her. Only !!
I stood up abruptly, the chair scraping against the floor, ignoring the startled gasps. "We’ll postpone this eting. Another ti," I said, my voice low, dangerous, and impossible to ignore. I didn’t wait for anyone’s reply. I walked out, my phone snapping shut in my hand.
Once I reached the solitude of my office, I grabbed the phone from the table, the screen slightly broken, my fingers were trembling with a controlled rage. I unlocked it, staring at the image again. How could anyone dare?
"Mr. Nathan," Alex greeted as he stepped in, I didn’t even turn to look at him. "Didn’t you like the presentation sir?...
I can tell the....?"
I didn’t even let him finish. "Get a new phone," I said flatly, my voice tight with barely contained fury. Alex’s smile faltered, and he left the office quickly, knowing better than to press further.
He closed the door behind him as I sank into my chair, gripping the phone in both hands.
She is mine!! Always mine!!
I stared at the photo again, as I clenched the broken phone. My first instinct was to call her. I needed an explanation. For that picture to be taken, soone was watching her and I have to make sure she was safe. Most importantly to make anyone who even dared to look at her regret it.
But no.... Not yet.
She might still be in class. I couldn’t interrupt her, I knew Fiona. She hated drama and wouldn’t want calling or barging in at school, making a scene, while everyone else watched.
I set the phone down carefully, my hands still trembling slightly. My mind raced, replaying every detail I knew about last night. I rembered the explanations Fiona had given before, but not much...I wasn’t really listening. I was just glad she was ho safely but now, I needed more than speculation. I needed the truth.
After long, tense monts, I made a decision. I would wait. I would see if she would co to , if she would tell anything. I would just need to hope—just a little—that she’d be honest.
It was excruciating. My patience was a thread stretched thin, every second felt like a test.
For now, I would just watch and wait. And make absolutely sure that anyone who dared threaten her—even unknowingly—knew that I was always one step behind.
She was mine. And I wasn’t about to let anyone—or anything—take that away.
Alex arrived with a new phone, a sleek black device that matched the one I had just discarded. He handed it to , his expression cautious. "Here you go, Mr. Nathan. Is everything okay? You seed... intense earlier."
I took the phone from him, my fingers closing around it like a lifeline. "I’m fine, Alex. I need you to do sothing for ."
"Of course, sir. What is it?" he asked, his eyes flicking to the old phone still lying on my desk.
I pulled out the SIM card and handed it to him. "Get this transferred to the new phone. And I want you to track down the number that sent a photo earlier. I want to know who it is, where they are, and everything they’ve ever done online."
Alex’s eyebrows rose, but he nodded. "Got it. Anything else?"
I nodded, my mind clearly not stable. "The photo. I want to know where it was taken, who the guy is, and why it was sent to . Get everything you can find."
Alex scribbled so notes on his phone. "I’ll get on it right away. Do you... want to handle anything else?"
I shook my head, my eyes narrowing. "No, I’ll take care of it from here. I’ll be out for the rest of the day. I’m going to pick up my girlfriend." I clenched my fist at that, ’I won’t let anyone else have her or threaten her with photos’
Alex nodded, a knowing look in his eyes. "Alright. I’ll get everything to you as soon as I have it."
I stood up, shrugging into my suit jacket. Alex slid the SIM card into the new phone handed it to and I imdiately pocketed it, feeling a sense of control wash over . Ti to go get what was mine.
"Keep this quiet, Alex," I said, my voice low. "I don’t want anyone knowing about this."
Alex nodded, his expression serious. "Understood, Sir. I’ll handle it."
I gave him a curt nod and headed out, the cool air hitting like a slap as I stepped into the parking lot. The drive to the school was a blur, my mind fixed on Fiona and the photo. Who had sent it? And why?
I pulled up to the school gates, scanning the crowds of students milling about. I sent her a text to head out.
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