Love Me

Chapter Fourty

She let out a small airy chuckle and buried her face in my neck. I held her for a few minutes till her breaths became even and she went limp. I laid her on the bed, making sure the covers were on her before I kissed her cheek, deciding to order dinner since it was an hour away and I'd wake her before then.

An hour later, I walked back into the room and was surprised to see her already awake. She sat facing the window with her head bent, staring at her phone, tensed.

"What's wrong?"

She jumped slightly before she relaxed, seeing that it was me. She pressed her finger to her lips rapidly, telling me to stay quiet for some reason.

But, I didn't. "What's going on?"

She rushed over and placed a hand over my mouth, silencing me. My attention was brought to her phone. She had a message open, a message from Christopher.

Tell Nathan you lied.

About what?

Don't play games with me. I know you told him. Tell him you lied about everything. If you don't, Oliver won't be such a happy child or a breathing one.

I was enraged and confused. I haven't taken any legal action against him yet neither have we mentioned anything about it in his presence, so how did he know she told me about what he's done to her?

He wouldn't if he didn't have an informant. But he couldn't, we barely have any workers that come into the house, even my housekeeper only comes three times a week and doesn't know anything about it.

The only other thing I can think of is if he had planted a listening device the time he was here.

I could see the wheels turning in in Alyssa's head as she thought. I grabbed the hand that she had put on my mouth and dragged her out of the house.

Realizing the listening device could be in her phone, I took it from her and practically threw it on a couch as we passed the living room. I pulled her to the garage and opened a car that I knew Christopher hadn't even seen me use, pushing her into the back seat before getting in and shutting the door.

"What the hell are you doing, Nathan?" Alyssa asked with a questioning glare.

"I think there's a bug in the house."

She scoffed. "A bug? Seriously? You're worried about a bug and not how Christopher knows you know the truth."

I rolled my eyes at her lack of technological knowledge. "A bug is how some people call a listening device. I think your uncle planted one in our house or maybe there's one in your phone."

Her eyes widened in alarm. "So what're we gonna do now? Where could it be? If it's so small, he could've put it anywhere."

"We'll have to check your phone first but that'll mean me dismantling it while you check under all the surfaces and behind the couches."

"Wait, you want to destroy my phone?"

"Not 'destroy', 'dismantle'. I know how to do it and put it back together without damaging anything."

"Oh. Okay. What would the 'bug' look like?"

I shrugged. "If you find anything weird, bring it to me to identify but things like this are usually black and barely the size of a button." She nodded. "We can't talk when we get in until we find it and get rid of it."