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“Stop. What are you doing?” I repeat.

Her eyes are crazed. “I’m here for you. Let’s go up to your room. Look what I wore for you.” She unzips her coat halfway, revealing black mesh lingerie.

I quickly grab her zipper and close her coat back up. “That is never happening again. We will never be together again. Do you understand that?”

Before I know what she’s doing, she strokes my cock through my pants. “I know what you like.”

I grab her hand and pull her off me. “Meredith, stop this. You’re acting crazy. This is totally inappropriate. You need help.”

Her face changes, and the hair on the back of my neck stands up as I watch her face turn dark. “Help? I don’t need help. You are the one who needs help. You are confused.”

“Confused?”

“That woman,” she spits out. “She’s confused you.”

My stomach flips. “No, she hasn’t. You need to stop harassing her and me.”

A low, sinister laugh comes out of her mouth. “Harassing her? She’s the one who stole my day.” She steps closer to me. “Let’s go upstairs. You just need to be reminded how good we are together.”

I step back from her, and from the corner of my eye, see that the police have arrived. I motion them over.

“I don’t need to be reminded of anything, Meredith. There is no we. We are not together. You need to stop contacting Vivian and me.”

She’s about to say something when one of the police officers steps up next to us and says, “Are you Chase Monroe?”

“Yes. This is Meredith Smith. She has been harassing my girlfriend and myself.”

Meredith glares at me.

“Ma’am, is this true?” the police officer asks.

“No, I have not. This is just a lover’s quarrel, no need for your interference.”

“This is not a lover’s quarrel. We’ve not been together for months. I told her several times now that I am no longer interested in seeing her. I’ve blocked her number on my cell, and she has started to send threats to my girlfriend. Now she has shown up at my hotel. Oh, and she has been following me around and taking photos of me.”

The officer frowns at Meredith. “Is this true, ma’am?”

“No, it is not. I’ve not sent anything to any woman, and I’ve not followed him around.”

“If you haven’t, then how did you know I was here?”

“You told me.”

I sneer. “I did no such thing.”

The officer looks at both of us.

“My girlfriend is upstairs in my room. I can take you there and show you all the text messages and voice mails I haven’t even listened to.”

Meredith’s head snaps. “You haven’t listened to them?”

“No. And I’m only going to have the police listen to them. We are over, and you need to get this through your head.”

Another officer joins us. “Sir, why don’t you come with me. Ma’am, you go with Officer Johnson.”

“This isn’t necessary. This is a private matter,” Meredith says.

The officers both give me a sympathetic glance. Officer Johnson says, “Ma’am, you need to come with me.”

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