Billionaire Romance: Spencer's Torment (A Seductive Alpha Billionaire Romance Book 2) Read Online Free
Author: Kaycee Kline
her, man. This one's different. We should all get together for dinner sometime soon since you're around. I'd love for you to meet her.”
He sounded intrigued, but distracted all at the same time before rushing me off the phone, saying something had come up and he had to go.
As I watched it play out on camera, it was clear what he had been up to. He was calling me to make sure I wouldn't be there to interrupt his snooping. Because as soon as he hung up the phone, he made his way down the dark hallway to my office and picked the lock.
Once he was in, he fumbled through my desk drawers and file cabinets until he found what he was looking for; a manila folder that I had tucked away in the bottom of the filing cabinet. He flipped through the papers inside and pulled them out. As he looked the information over, he seemed satisfied with what he had found and folded them up, tucking them into his front jacket pocket. And then...he was done. He turned and stormed out of my office, slamming the door behind him as he made his way back down the hall to the elevator.
At first I was confused as to why that folder was so special. What did he need or want with some random paperwork in my filing cabinets? Then it hit me: he had found Emily's file, all of her new hire paperwork, her sensitive information and her home address. That's why he had asked if I was seeing anyone earlier. But why?
Crawford and I looked at each other and that's when I realized: Calvin had known about Emily long before he called me. The question was, how?
“What is it, Sir?” Crawford asked as he paused the footage, a look of concern flashing across his face.
“That file...that's everything I have on Emily. Her bank account info, home address, social security number. Why would Calvin want that?” I questioned, to no one in particular, trying to piece it all together.
A sinking feeling came over me. Something was wrong.
I jumped up, fumbling around in my pockets for my phone, unable to find it quickly enough. “Get O'Neill and Young on the phone right now! Something's not right here. I think Emily may be in danger,” I commanded as I searched for my keys.
“Yes, sir,” Crawford grunted as he picked his phone up and jabbed a few buttons. Within a few seconds, he had Young on the line. “Mr. Ford, I've got Young here,” he said, handing the phone over to me.
I stopped pacing and grabbed the phone, holding it up to my ear. “Young, I think there's a problem! I need both of you inside that house right now. Right now! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you sir. What's going on?” Agent Young responded, concerned.
“I don't have time to explain, but I think Calvin may be targeting Emily again. I need you to get inside and check on her. I'm on my way and I'll be there as soon as I can.” I explained, slamming the phone shut. I handed it back to Crawford and started for the door.
“I've got to get over there,” I said in a trance, running my fingers through my hair in disbelief.
“Mr. Ford, I think it'd be best if I drove you in the Escalade. You're in no shape to drive and I'll be able to get you there much faster,” Crawford said, standing up.
I nodded in response and followed him out the door, hoping that my suspicions weren't true.
*****
Crawford skidded the Escalade to a stop against the curb and put it in park. We had made it across town in record time, just like he had promised, but now...I was frozen in fear. On the drive over I had tried calling Emily's cell nonstop with no answer, trying to justify in my mind the reasons she'd be ignoring my call. Maybe her phone was dead. Maybe she's in the shower. Her and Bridget are at dinner.
As adamantly as I had wanted to know the truth, to make sure Emily was home safe and sound, now I wasn't so sure. There was a very real possibility that I wouldn't like what I found when I went inside.
I started to feel sick at the idea of what Calvin was capable of; he was darker than I had even
He sounded intrigued, but distracted all at the same time before rushing me off the phone, saying something had come up and he had to go.
As I watched it play out on camera, it was clear what he had been up to. He was calling me to make sure I wouldn't be there to interrupt his snooping. Because as soon as he hung up the phone, he made his way down the dark hallway to my office and picked the lock.
Once he was in, he fumbled through my desk drawers and file cabinets until he found what he was looking for; a manila folder that I had tucked away in the bottom of the filing cabinet. He flipped through the papers inside and pulled them out. As he looked the information over, he seemed satisfied with what he had found and folded them up, tucking them into his front jacket pocket. And then...he was done. He turned and stormed out of my office, slamming the door behind him as he made his way back down the hall to the elevator.
At first I was confused as to why that folder was so special. What did he need or want with some random paperwork in my filing cabinets? Then it hit me: he had found Emily's file, all of her new hire paperwork, her sensitive information and her home address. That's why he had asked if I was seeing anyone earlier. But why?
Crawford and I looked at each other and that's when I realized: Calvin had known about Emily long before he called me. The question was, how?
“What is it, Sir?” Crawford asked as he paused the footage, a look of concern flashing across his face.
“That file...that's everything I have on Emily. Her bank account info, home address, social security number. Why would Calvin want that?” I questioned, to no one in particular, trying to piece it all together.
A sinking feeling came over me. Something was wrong.
I jumped up, fumbling around in my pockets for my phone, unable to find it quickly enough. “Get O'Neill and Young on the phone right now! Something's not right here. I think Emily may be in danger,” I commanded as I searched for my keys.
“Yes, sir,” Crawford grunted as he picked his phone up and jabbed a few buttons. Within a few seconds, he had Young on the line. “Mr. Ford, I've got Young here,” he said, handing the phone over to me.
I stopped pacing and grabbed the phone, holding it up to my ear. “Young, I think there's a problem! I need both of you inside that house right now. Right now! Do you hear me?”
“Yes, I hear you sir. What's going on?” Agent Young responded, concerned.
“I don't have time to explain, but I think Calvin may be targeting Emily again. I need you to get inside and check on her. I'm on my way and I'll be there as soon as I can.” I explained, slamming the phone shut. I handed it back to Crawford and started for the door.
“I've got to get over there,” I said in a trance, running my fingers through my hair in disbelief.
“Mr. Ford, I think it'd be best if I drove you in the Escalade. You're in no shape to drive and I'll be able to get you there much faster,” Crawford said, standing up.
I nodded in response and followed him out the door, hoping that my suspicions weren't true.
*****
Crawford skidded the Escalade to a stop against the curb and put it in park. We had made it across town in record time, just like he had promised, but now...I was frozen in fear. On the drive over I had tried calling Emily's cell nonstop with no answer, trying to justify in my mind the reasons she'd be ignoring my call. Maybe her phone was dead. Maybe she's in the shower. Her and Bridget are at dinner.
As adamantly as I had wanted to know the truth, to make sure Emily was home safe and sound, now I wasn't so sure. There was a very real possibility that I wouldn't like what I found when I went inside.
I started to feel sick at the idea of what Calvin was capable of; he was darker than I had even
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