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My gaze bounces between the two of them, hoping someone catches me up.

Kate takes a few steps and stops when she is standing right in front of me. “Elise, don’t you see it? Your office was broken into, vandalized, and set on fire. Now, they set fire to your apartment.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. She can’t put this together.

She continues when I don’t say anything. “Elise, someone is targeting you. We need to go to the police. You might have a jealous stalker. Oh my God, what if it was Peter? He did have a huge crush on you.”

I shake my head. “Peter wouldn’t do this.”

Alex raises his eyes as if he’s agreeing with Kate.

I roll my eyes at Alex and say, “We can’t go to the police. At least not right now. I’ll talk to Mr.Strickland and see if he was able to get the footage from the security company. If he thinks this is connected, then I’ll handle this, okay?”

Neither Kate nor Alex speak, so I prop my hands on my hips and say, “Kate.”

She huffs. “Fine, we will go with your plan, but if you haven’t gone to the police in a week, then I will.”

I give her a curt nod before turning toward Alex. “Can you take me to your house so I can speak with your dad?”

Alex’s eyes widen, but he nods.

I give him a wink, hoping he knows I haven’t deviated from his plan. We know who did this. It’s up to Alex to make everything right.

After he fucks me and gives me a few orgasms.

Chapter Twenty Three

ALEX

I squaremy shoulders and crack my knuckles as I get closer to Dad’s office. I can’t keep putting this off.

Elise deserves better.

When I get to his office, his door is closed. I ball my hand into a fist and knock on the wood.

His deep voice sounds a few seconds later. “Yeah? Come in.”

I crack the door open and peek my head just inside his office. “Hey, Dad, I was wondering.”

He stops typing on his computer to look up at me.

Ripping the proverbial bandage off, I ask, “Do you have a few minutes to talk?”

His brows narrow as his gaze searches my face for what the problem is. He knows me too well, but today, I’m prepared. I have my mask up, not letting him see the worry swirling in my mind.

“Uh, sure. Come sit. I just have to finish sending this email.”

His fingers make quick work of the keyboard before his finger slams down on the enter key.

He leans back in his chair. “Alright, I’m all yours. What’s up?”

His casual attitude should clue me in that something is up, but I take a deep breath and mentally go over the speech I prepared earlier.

“I need to confess to everything that has happened over the past several years.”

Dad’s jaw tics, but he doesn’t interrupt.

“I’m not sure if you know this, but Adam and I never got along. We were cordial at business events and functions, but we were never as close as you thought we were. We were more like frenemies. We challenged one another to be the best.”

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