It is not stalking!

Chapter 4:

Present day.

New York.

Drake.

While in the limo, I go through my work documents and important emails. After finishing that, I open the encrypted files on my Jack. Thousands of photos, video and rapports of activities greet me I go to the recent ones which date of yesterday. The photos are practically all similar, with difference in clothing and hairstyle.

In all the seven years since she started the Field industries, her scheduler has not changed. From her penthouse to her Field tower every single day. There are times where she visits her sisters or they come to her, and they are time where she travels for business. But overall, it is always the same regularities.

I smile when I spot the last photo taken of her getting out of the town car outside The Tower. I run my fingertips on the enlarged photo on the screen of my laptop, wishing for the billion time it was her skin I am touching.

In the picture her hair is in a low ponytail with tendrils framing her face. She is wearing a royal blue pant suit which is in stark contrast with her fair flawless skin. Her lips are in a nude shade which make me remember the delicious feel of them on mine.

Her eyes that always stole my breath, continue to do so after all these years. My fantasy eyes I always leave them at the end, if not I would be lost in them at the beginning and forget anything else.

God what am I going to do? In just three hours I will be in front of my love. My hands shake and sweat dotes my palms and forehead at the thought. I do not think I could stop myself from inhaling her smell like a starved man if I am close enough to do so.

Will she look at me? Narrow her eyes? Purse her lips? Does she still cock her head to the left when she is thinking? Will I be able to hold still if I shake her hands in greeting? Will she let me?

Scrubbing my palms on my tights, I try to regain some calm. I straighten my suit and drag a hand in my hair remembering doing the same to her silky main. My eyes close shut and I groan, this is torture I should have just gone up to her directly, but I wanted to surprise her with a gift. This meeting is just a facade. I was always going to gift her the subdivision she wanted to acquire. I only bought it under another name, so that I could give it to her personally, as a reunion present.

Now I am rethinking everything. Hearing Winter's chuckle in the speakers I raise my head and bark. " What?" More chuckles.

"Seriously Winter... did you insist on driving me today so that you could enjoy my state?" knowing him it would not be far from the truth.

"Well... when was I going to see you lose your cool, if not today." Winter says, and I slide the privacy screen down to glare at him, which make him laugh harder.

"God you should see your face, ... I told you... this was stupid from the start, you kept stalking her all these years, and you worked yourself into a frenzy. Now you reap what you sow."

" I hate you...And it's not stalking!" I tell him when he finishes. I see him laugh more, and I lean back on the leather seat, close my eyes, and push a sigh. of course, Winter is right, but I would not tell him that the smug bastard. All these years I hired people to keep an eye on my Jack and update me on her wellbeing. How dare he call it stalking.

Opening my eye, I focus and ask the question that clogging my mind. "Why was she in the hospital yesterday? "

Winter must be feeling the mood shift, so I stay motionless waiting. " I don't know" Winter answers his voice grave. " I tried to find out more but... I could not get anything. All I have is what I already told you... She came in her town car, walked in at 2 am left six hours later at 8 am. No wheelchair, no fuss, nothing... If our guys were not watching the back exit, they would never have seen her leave, since she had gone directly to her office at The Tower."

After he finish, I digest what he said slowly; like I did the first time. Silently but stormy thoughts are raging in my head.

Is she sick? Injured? Her sisters? Are they alright? Is she worried? What may warrant to spend six hours in the middle of the night, at a hospital?

All these questions need answers, and I need to find them out. Thus, another reason for why I have orchestrated all this today. Because if my Jack is sick, or worried about anything to warrant a hospital stay, nothing can stop me from going to her, even our promise of ten years is null.