The Stranger Behind My Orgasm novel Chapter 181

Chapter 181: GIFTS

Abigail

"Got you!"

I nearly screamed as a hand clamped down on my shoulder. I spun around, ready to throw a punch, only to find Annette glaring daggers at me in the front of our apartment building.

"Annie, what the hell!" I clutched my chest. "I almost knocked you out!"

"You deserve to be knocked out, you reckless, stubborn-ass woman!" she muttered furiously, grabbing my arm and hauling me inside .

"You went alone? After Cole’s death, after the truck, after I specifically told you not to pull this lone-wolf bullshit? I tracked your phone, Abigail!"

" I didn’t want you getting hurt because of me," I murmured as we passed Dennis at the entrance. Annette pinched my arm where she was gripping it, sharp enough to make me wince.

"Well you’re about to get hurt because of me!" She hissed, dragging me down the hall to our apartment. The second the door was locked behind us, the real scolding started.

I sat on the couch, spreading out the papers I had gotten from the building while Anette paced the room ranting and berating me for going off all on my own.

"...What if I hadn’t checked the phone tracker? What if something had happened—where on earth did you get all these?"

She stopped pacing around, her eyes narrowing in a sharp glare at the several papers on the table.

"The building isn’t run down. That fire had to be some sort of scam. And I found these."

She picked up the email between my father and his coworker.

"Owen Smith," she muttered. "So he got threatened the day before he died? Okay, This is huge, Abby. This is progress. This means we have evidence that there was a possible vendetta to this."

"We need to find him," I sighed. "He might be the only one who knows what my parents saw."

"I’ll get try to see what I can get on him," Annette pointed a finger at me. "You, however, are going to lay low for a couple of days. No more suicide missions. Promise me."

"I promise," I grumbled under my breath, slumping against the couch in relief.

She plopped next to me on the sofa and pulled me into a tight hug anyway. "We’re in this together. If you even think about sneaking out and playing Rambo on your own again, I will cuff you to the couch for days."

"Yes ma’am," I chuckled, hugging her tighter.

Annette and I stayed up late going over the documents. By the time she finally retreated to her room, we were both exhausted out of our minds.

I hid the files safely and crashed into bed, my mind still spinning with the thirty-day deadline looming over my head.

How on earth could we find evidence on the murderer in thirty days?

The following Friday, I strutted into Wolfe Corporation at eight thirty on a call to sort out the meetings Finn was supposed to be be having today.

Working with my boyfriend the past few days had been wonderful but the giddiest part was the way we stole kisses like high schoolers. It was addicting and I couldn’t get enough.

The elevator opened up to an unexpected surprise. A thick, rich, velvety scent of flowers filled the air.

Weekend getaway to Greece. My jet leaves tonight at 6PM. What do you say, baby?

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