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WESTON LOCKE

The sunlight hits my eyes as I gently crack them open, my hand was tightly entwined with Micah's as he sleeps peacefully next to me. I sigh silently and admire him for a moment, sliding my body in closer and slipping my arms around his body.

Pressing a kiss to the tip of his bare shoulder, watching as he stirs quietly. I purse my lips and scold myself for waking him but I couldn't help not touching him, not when he was laying right beside me.

Micah stretches out and rolls over towards me, his eyes opening slowly. The second he sees me his mouth stretches out into a wide smile. "Hi," he says groggily.

"Hi," I respond, clutching my arm around the side of his head and pulling me into my chest.

"I feel so happy waking up beside you again," he mumbles into my chest and I exhale a deep breath.

"Me too," I agree. "I've missed seeing your gorgeous face in the morning, it's just what I need."

Micah's mouth opens into a grin as he nuzzles himself further into my neck. "Stop it," he murmurs against me.

"You don't like my compliments?" I question as I push back his brown curly hair and kiss the edge of his forehead.

"I love them," he admits. "It's just far too early for them."

My lips pass a chuckle. "Never too early to compliment my handsome boyfriend," I whisper into his ear.

Micah shakes his head and laughs into my chest. "I should have expected that one, huh?"

"Most definitely," I tell him.

He removes himself from my chest and leans his head onto the pillow beside me, both of us looking back at each other.

"What's your plans for today?" He questions me as he flicks his eyes between mine.

"I've got to call Fred later about somethings, I want to spend as much time with you as possible." I say gently as I run my fingers through his hair again.

"Me too," he nods. "I already miss you."

My lips curve into a small frown. "Don't say that."

"It's true," he says. "I hate not knowing whe--"

Micah stops talking when his phone vibrates over and over on the nightstand. He furrows his eyebrows towards me and rolls over to grab his phone from the side, then his glasses and looking at the screen.

"Who is it?" I question curiously.

I watch him carefully as his eyes roam over the messages. "It's an unknown number," he speaks before his phone continues to vibrate, his facial expressions changing within a second. "What the fuck?"

Clasping his wrist between my hands and rotating the phone towards me.

Unknown Number

You've made a mistake

You're going to have to live with this for the rest of your life

He isn't who he says he is

You better watch out for when he leaves you

You shouldn't think you're special

Because you're not

You're just another number

A low growl leaves my lips as I take the phone from his hands and sit up further in the bed, feeling my hand vibrate as more and more messages come flooded in.

Unknown Number

You're not going to get away from this

Stop making stupid mistakes

You're just a stupid little boy

Little boys don't deserve happy endings

He isn't into you

He doesn't even love you

You are nothing to him

He's just using you

"West?" Micah's voice concerned me, his expression made me even more mad at the situation.

"She's not going to get away with this," I tell him sternly. "I promise you she won't."

My fingers move quickly against the screen. "What are you doing?" He questions as he leans up from the bed and looks over my arm.

"Blocking her," I say quickly. "So that she can't keep sending you these dumb fucking messages."

"What can we do?" He asks hesitantly.

"I'm gonna call my lawyers, tell them what's been going on and see if they can help us out. Get a restraining order, call for harassment." I say instantly as I look down to his concerned face. "I promise you I'm not going to let her hurt you."

"I'm worried about you," he frowns as he leans his head against my shoulder.

"Don't worry about me," I shake my head. "I dealt with her once, I can do it again. She's not going to ruin our relationship, she is going down for this. I don't care what happens."

Micah blinks back at me before nodding. "Okay," he says quietly.

"We'll get this sorted, alright?" I tell him as I cup the back of his head and press a kiss to his cheek.

He hums towards me and I wrap my arms around him, burying us into the bed once again.

. . .

Monday came around far too quickly, after what happened on Saturday morning my lawyers got involved and asked me to provide evidence of what had happened. Hiring another chauffeur so that I knew Micah could get too and from work safely, I didn't trust Estella. I knew she would do anything to try and destroy us but I didn't want Micah to panic, so I played it down.

Today was the first day I had one of Darryl's colleagues to pick up Micah and bring him to work, at least I knew he would be within a protected space rather than followed on the tube.

I had a lot of paperwork to get through this morning, stupidly putting it off until now so that I had almost twice the amount to do as usual. Taking a big swig of my coffee and placing my mug back down on my desk, flicking my fingers through the folder in front of me.

A soft knock at my door stirs me from the paperwork and I grunt quietly. "Come in," I shout shortly.

The handle drops and the door swings, Micah steps in hesitantly. "Sorry I didn't mean to bother you," he tells me and I sigh feeling like a dick.

"It's okay," I shake my head at him and rest my elbows onto the desk. "What's the matter?"

"I think you should see this," he says shakily, stepping closer to me.

My eyebrows dip as he holds out his phone for me to take, scanning my eyes across the screen quickly. Dragging my finger up as I look at the email sent to Micah's work address, endless pictures of him leaving his apartment and getting into the car that I asked for him to be picked up this morning.

"Fuck," I curse out angrily.

"I don't mean to make your day more stressful," his voice comes out quietly. "It's just freaking me out now, to know she was stood there just watching me."

I slowly drag my eyes up to his and hold his phone tighter in my hand. "You're not making my day more stressful," I shake my head towards him. "It's her that's driving me fucking nuts."

"What do we do?"

"Leave it with me," I say with a calm breath. "Just forward me that email, anything else you've been sent. I'm going to send all the evidence to the police and just hope for the best because this can't keep going on."

"Okay," he nods once before leaning over to take his phone.

His eyes don't find mine as he turns his back on my desk and walks towards my office door.

"Micah?" I call out for him as he lightly presses down on the door handle. He stops to turn around and look at me. "I love you."

The corners of his lips flick up into a smile. "I love you too." He tells me before slipping from the office and shutting the door behind him.

My eyes gravitate back to the work in front of me before I rub my eyes vigorously with my fingertips.

This shit was not happening right now.

. . .

On the way home, I convince Micah to wait so that Darryl can drop him off first whilst I was there and then take me home later. I still had so much to do at the office but I didn't want Micah going home after seeing those pictures from his morning.

As we pull up outside his block of flats he undoes his seat belt and leans over the chair to press a kiss to my lips. "Thanks for coming with me," he whispers against me.

"Thanks for waiting," I murmur back. "Text me later, yeah?"

Micah nods and presses one final kiss to my lips before popping open the door. "Thanks Darryl, see you soon."

"Bye Mr Bleu," he tells him as he shuts the door.

I watch out the window as he walks up to his apartment and manages to get inside with ease. Darryl watches him as well and when we're both satisfied that he was inside, he begins to drive off.

My eyes look out the window glancing around at the people walking down the street, catching onto something specific.

"Darryl stop the fucking car," I shout out instantly as he hits the brakes within a second.

"Mr Locke?" He calls out but I don't respond, instead I throw open the car door and jump into the road.

Feeling a fury burn inside of me as I see her perching on the corner of the street, she glances around quickly. Her eyes latching onto mine and watching as they unexpectedly widen at the sight of me.

She takes one large step back and loops around the side of a building, trying to get away in her ridiculously high heels. I catch up with her as she flicks her head over her shoulder continuously, seeing how close I was behind her.

"I swear to God Estella, you stay the fuck away from him." I roar at her as she stops in her tracks and eventually turns around to me.

Her thick voluminous lashes look up at me, her lips painted red and held in a soft smirk. "You don't talk to him, you don't text him, you don't fucking touch him. Do you understand me?" I say angrily as my teeth begin to grit.

Estella shifts between her feet for a second. "Oh I've missed it when you're all bossy," her eyes flash me a promiscuous look as she raises her hand to brush the edge of my shoulder.

I dodge her hand without a second thought. "Don't fucking touch me," I growl out at her. "You keep up with this, you're going to end up in prison. With everything that you've already done, I could get you charged and sent down for harassment and stalking."

She bites the inside of her lip and averts her gaze for a moment. "So I suggest you stop stalking my boyfriend and leave us both the fuck alone. Because you know I won't stop Estella, I won't stop until you get what you deserve. And you know I won't play nice."

Estella begins to laugh spitefully. "So you leave me for him?" She smiles desperately. "What on Earth does he have that I don't?!"

"Everything." I state sharply. "He has everything that you don't Estella, get over it."

Taking one step backwards and removing myself from her presence before I lost my shit, turning around the building and storming straight up to Micah's apartment building.

There is no way I'm letting him stay here when I know that she's lurking around the corner, ready to pounce without a second thought. My hand knocks a little too aggressively and after twenty seconds the door opens shakily.

Micah relaxes instantly when he realises that it's just me. "What's going on?" He questions as I push my way into his apartment.

"Pack your stuff," I tell him.

"Huh?" He looks back at me confused.

"Estella was literally just downstairs watching you go into your flat and you're not staying here anymore." I say quickly.

Micah blinks back at me and sighs. "I can't leave Vee," he tells me.

"She's not here for Valentina, she's here for you and I don't trust you being here anymore, alright? So please will you just pack your stuff and come back to mine." I drop my voice, almost begging.

Micah's eyes flick between mine, dropping down to my heaving chest. "Okay." he breathes out and walks towards his bedroom, watching as he shoves random things into a bag.

When he shuts his bedroom door shut and clutches the bag between his fingers, noticing how his eyes don't find mine straight away. "You don't need to be worried Micah," I tell him.

"But I am West," he says with a heavy sigh. "Believe it or not, nothing like this has ever happened to me. So sorry if it's making me freak out after everything you told me about her."

My lips frown slightly as I take a step closer to him, closing the gap between us. I clutch his face between my hands and aim his head up to mine. "I told you nothing is going to happen to you, she wouldn't dare try and cross me. I promise you that."

Micah's throat clenches for a brief second. "I just want it all to go away." He mumbles out quietly.

"It will. Soon she will be nothing but a distant awful memory." I say as I press my forehead to his supportively. "Now let's get the hell out of here."

I lean down to collect his bag from his hands and guide him out of his flat, watching as he shoots Valentina a text with what's happening. Feeling him close beside me as we move outside and get into Darryl's car swiftly.

"Where are we off to Mr Locke?"

"Home."

. . .

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