The Healing Touch - Apryl Baker Page 0,67
She had to be sure.
Finally done with Dimitri’s stuff, she opened her own Facebook page and wasn’t surprised by the messages waiting. Was she going out with Dimitri, what happened with Dimitri and Henry, and finally Henry demanding to know what was going on. So much drama. This was why she kept her personal life off Facebook.
She answered everything as best she could then left Henry a message explaining her anxiety and why she’d reacted the way she had. Normally, she wouldn’t have explained, but he was a good friend, and he’d not blab about it to everyone.
Dimitri’s phone rang, the noise harsh in the comfortable silence. He looked up and motioned for her to grab it since it was next to her. How it managed to find its way to the couch, she had no clue.
“It’s Mason.”
“Answer it for me, please?” He kept signing, and she shook her head. She’d never met Mason.
“Hello?”
“Oh, hello.” The younger version of Dimitri’s voice sounded confused. “Ah…sorry, I think I have the wrong number.”
“No, you don’t.” Becca chuckled. “This is Dimitri’s phone. He’s just busy at the moment.”
“Umm…I’m guessing I don’t want to know what he’s doing?” The hesitancy gave way to flirtation. “But you can tell me what you’re doing.”
She got up and walked over to where he sat in the floor. “Your brother is cute.”
“He’s a brat.”
“Yes, he is your brother.” She remembered the word meant brother.
“No, I mean brat in the American sense of the word.” He reached for his phone, and Becca laughed. She knew Mason gave them all a hard time.
“What?” Dimitri barked into the phone, irritated. He was almost done with this shit. Couldn’t Mase have waited until the morning to call?
“What put a bee up your ass?”
“You don’t want to know.” He watched Becca flop back down on the couch, her very braless boobs bouncing. Shit, why the fuck had he agreed to two weeks with no sex? It was going to kill him. He already had a serious case of blue balls. Two weeks of that? He’d be hospitalized.
“Anything to do with that sexy-as-sin voice that answered your phone?”
“Keep your fucking thoughts off her.” Dimitri almost snapped the Sharpie he held. “Got it?”
“Fucker, I wasn’t trying to move in on what’s yours. I was just asking a question.”
“Yeah, my mood has everything to do with her. Now, what the hell do you want at two in the morning?”
“Viktor called and told me about your stalker. I didn’t get a chance to look her up until about an hour ago. I was finishing the IT setup at Conner’s new club.”
“What club?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Mason yawned. “He’s opening a new club in New York. Since all you fuckers seem to be migrating there, he wanted to be close to family and bought some property in the city. He should be set up to open in a few months. He just wanted the IT stuff done first, for security purposes.”
“No, the motherfucker didn’t tell me he was opening a dance club.”
“I never said it was dance club.”
The mirth in the boy’s tone set Dimitri’s teeth to grinding. “Then what kind of fucking club is it?”
“Sex club.”
“The fuck?” Conner owned a sex club? What the fuck? Did Viktor know? They were twins, after all. Something he’d ask him later.
“Yeah, well, take it up with him. I only set up his damn computer system and the security. We need to talk about your stalker, one Miss Charlene Moyer.”
“What about her?”
“You have no idea who she is, do you?”
“A woman I fucked regularly for a couple months, that’s about it.”
“Well, she has a history. She seems to like to attach herself to rich boyfriends. There have been some issues. I’m still digging, but it’s enough for me to tell you to change all your passwords for everything, and I mean everything. Block her on all your social media.”
“Becca already did all that for me, at least the social media stuff. I’ll change my passwords for everything else tonight. Why is this so urgent?”
“She can get a little too clingy. Nothing psychotic, at least not that I’ve found.”
“But?”
“But she has caused some serious fallout for these guys. Ruined images, she even got into the online banking of her last boyfriend and emptied out his accounts. There’s an actual arrest warrant out for her in Philadelphia. She knows her way around a computer.”
“Well, fuck.”
“Yeah, fuck. I did some preliminary digging and found she’s posting all kinds of stuff on her page about