Jasper handed him the tablet, and I watched as Beck hit play. This time, without the distraction of watching my very first sex tape, I could hear the audio. Except that wasn’t audio of Beck and me fucking on the couch. That was—
“Is that someone jerking off?” I exclaimed, totally horrified.
Eddy screwed up her nose and made a gagging sound. “Pretty sure it is.”
Beck stared at the screen, watching the clip and not saying a damn word. The look on his face, though…
“Turn it off,” I snapped at him, and his gaze rose to meet mine. “Please, Sebastian. Turn it off.”
He shook his head. “I need to see if there is any message here, other than the fact that this sicko filmed us and then beat off over it.”
I clenched my jaw, angry at him for refusing my request and fuckingfuriousat this psycho who’d placed a camera inside my apartment. He wasinsidemy apartment! Was that what had woken me that night? Then how the hell had Beck slept through it?
A deep shudder ran through me.
“I can’t stay here,” I muttered, standing up and grabbing my bag. But, if he got inside my apartment, who was to say he hadn’t bugged everyone else’s? “Where do I go?”
For a moment, no one replied. Beck was still watching that fucking video, so it was Evan who spoke up.
“Grab some clothes and go change in my apartment,” he suggested. “I seriously doubt this creeper put cameras in there, too, and you still have dinner with Graeme tonight.”
I groaned, rubbing my eyes and probably smudging my makeup. “Fucking hell. Doesn’t thispsychopathunderstand how many other things I’m dealing with? As if I need to be stalked by a serial killer right now!” I said it with a bitter laugh, but it was only to stop myself from crying.
I started toward my bedroom, then paused. “Can someone please check the bedroom for cameras? I can’t...” I shook my head, the words sticking in my throat.
I can’t fucking deal with the idea of him watching me right now.
“Any trace?” Dylan asked Evan quietly, while Jasper hurried into my bedroom and started turning over every item of movable furniture.
From the corner of my eye, I saw Evan give a grim headshake. “This prick is good. Trained. The officers didn’t seeanyonecome in or leave. Not even the other building residents.”
Hearing this, I shuddered again. Just evading some lazy cops who were probably napping or eating, that didn’t shock me. But if my guys couldn’t find a trace of him or work out how he was getting in and out ... that scared the shit out of me.
Once Jasper cleared my bedroom—or as much as he could without any detection technology—I grabbed a change of clothes and my makeup bag. Regardless of stalker gifts and sex tapes, I still needed to free Dante from prison. That meant I needed to bring my A-game to this dinner with Graeme.
“Beck,” I snapped, returning to the living room where hestillstared at the fucking tablet, even though the video must have ended already. Using his nickname seemed to break his train of thought, though, and he narrowed his eyes at me.
“Yes, Riley?”
I pursed my lips, getting a handle on all my out of control emotions. “I assume you’re coming to dinner with me?” He gave a short nod. “I’ll be ready in fifteen. We can deal with this later.” I gave a pointed look to the tablet in his hand then followed Evan down the hall to his apartment.
18
Graeme Huntley answered his own door and I was surprised enough by that, that I almost stepped back into Beck. I managed to catch myself though, plastering on a polite smile. Graeme stared down at me, a smug sort of look on his face. There was silence for a minute, and I realized that this was my first time seeing him since I’d caught him making out with his sister, and it took actual effort to control the way my smile wanted to twist into something more like disgust.
“Welcome Ms. Deboise and Mr. Beckett,” he said, the epitome of politeness. He wore a dove gray suit, with an open white dress shirt. Looking rich and business casual. “Please come in.”
Said the spider to the fly.
We stepped in together following Graeme. Beck had barely spoken a word to me since the folder and “gift” incident back at my apartment. The simmering fury in his eyes did not abate, and I wondered if Graeme would think Beck was here to attack him or something. Because right now, he looked capable of anything.
Graeme’s house was flawless and apparently brand new. Considering they had only been living here for a month or two, I wondered if it had been built for them in anticipation of the vote. Or if it was a lucky coincidence that a brand-new mansion was just available for them to purchase.
We entered a large, formal living area first, dressed mostly in gold and sky blue styling. “Please, have a seat,” he said, gesturing toward a gold tinged leather couch. The sort of couch that looked fancy and uncomfortable. “The staff will be by shortly to take a drink order.”
Beck and I both sat, and I decided there was no way I was eating or drinking anything here tonight. I remembered all too well how my father drugged me. Graeme I trusted even less than Richard, and that was saying something.
Graeme took a seat across from us, crossed his legs, looking the picture of elegance as he tilted his head in my direction. It was such a direct contrast to Beck, who was all broad and relaxed, leaned back in the seat. Legs spread slightly, arms to the side, expression one of coiled lethality.
