Page 33 of Wickedly Played (Checkmate #1)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

STALKER

I’m fucking livid.

Her precious bodyguard doesn’t think I have her house wired with cameras and audio. How dare he think he can control Serna like this? He was about to deny her an orgasm until she told him she was his. She’s mine. I’m fighting the urge to burst into the house and shoot him in the fucking head.

I’m pacing outside of her backyard over and over, fighting my urge.

Hmmm.

I have the best idea ever right now. I find the recording of Serena’s conversation with Stella, and then I find Stella’s boyfriend’s number to send him the recording.

DUMBASS #2: Who is this?

ME: Call me a friend

DUMBASS #2: Why are you sending me this?

ME: The bodyguard needs to go. He’s trying to take both women

DUMBASS #2: Wait… who are you?

ME: You are about as worthless as her bodyguard.

DUMBASS #2: I’m coming over there

ME: If you don’t want to lose your woman, I would

DUMBASS #2: Delete the videos you have of my girlfriend

ME: That’s not how this works, fucker

ME: Incoming

DUMBASS #2: What the actual fuck?

I’m guessing he received videos of Stella and Serena from earlier today. Not an ounce of that house is without cameras watching my girl. I’m fucking floored that this dumbass bodyguard thinks he’s going to take both women.

Serena is mine.