Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Chapter 11

Adelaide

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I stood outside the lawyer’s office, my mind on my new persona. Mama never used my middle name for my school records or anything else, so it was fitting that the name my father had given me would protect me in this new life. It was like a sense of peace was washing over me, washing away yesterday to herald in tomorrow. My daddy had died before I was born, but he

had given me one thing before he died, and that had become my new beginning. He hadn’t known it then, but he had saved my life just now.

I was now Briar Adelaide Anderson. The lawyer had advised I only remove the money from my

mothers inheritance as my uncle’s were secured under other means. Whatever that meant, I

didn’t know. He said once I was settled, those accounts could be accessed with my new name

automatically transferring over into my possession with a few signatures. He claimed I had

time to handle all that later, as the accounts were monitored by one of his accountants whom

Uncle Jake also used through Mr. Monroe’s services.

I heard him coming before the Bobber cruised up. I didn’t ask questions. I just jumped on and

he flew into the sunset to another town that I didn’t bother catching the name of. Once inside

the hotel room, I set my bags down before pulling off my hoodie, my bruises still visible, but

ever so slowly fading. How close had he come to completely ending me? Too close. He

wouldn’t get the satisfaction. I would move on and live my life somehow. I set the Android

phone and the laptop box on the table. Beck stripped off his leather vest, setting his bag near

the bed closest to the door.

“I got you a bus ticket as close as I could get you to whatever sort of hole in the wall town

you’re going to, and everything else you asked for, too,” he let me know, as I pulled out my

things for the night. Beck took the bag he had lashed to the back of the bike, and set it on the

table.

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I sat down in an oversized Tweety Bird tee, which fell off one shoulder, and came down to my

thighs. I opened the boxes and plugged in the devices, setting them to auto update. I opened a bag of chips before creating a new email and logging into my very old instant messenger

account with my high school details. The chat box popped up and my fingers flew across the

keys. Beck stood behind me watching over my shoulder, transfixed, as if this was all new to

him.

‘Misty, where are you? I need you,‘ my fingers drummed on the table impatiently.

‘Where the fuck have you been, girl? The city is in an uproar looking for you. Your Prince

Charming CEO boss man is worried to death!‘

How did I tell her?

‘He can go jump off a cliff, for all I care. I dumped him and he kidnapped me. My face has

seen better days, but I’m safe, for now. I’m not coming back, Misty. I need to stay under the

radar. I’ve got a new number, but I’ll call you on my way to my uncle’s place.‘

‘OMG, you’re serious?‘

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