Cage mulled over that for a moment. "Send me the pictures and I'll take a look at them myself." He huffed. "Did any of them mention Katherine?"

  There was silence on the other side. "Some of them did mention your girlfriend and how they wanted to know if she was good enough for you. Nothing jarring, but with the overall creepiness factor, I think we'll have to get some bodyguards for Katherine too." Stephen's words made sense.

  "I'll be resting for a couple of days, so no need for that now. I'll go out with her whenever."

  "That's even worse!" Stephen protested. "Do not go out with her anymore. I have a sinking feeling in my gut."

  Cage pressed his lips together in dissatisfaction. "And your gut is never wrong." He said his goodbyes and cut the call immediately.

  He turned to go to the bathroom but then remembered that he didn't need to go to the shoot that day. Instead, he went back to bed. He wasn't in a good mood.

  Resting didn't come easily to him.

  Rationally, he knew that he wasn't sick enough to take time off, but knowing his overprotective manager and girlfriend, he wouldn't get away with shooting the day after the 'accident.' The bright spot in his frustration was spending his time with Katherine.

  He finally relished the feeling of waking up with her in his arms. She cheered him up. Not that day.

  That day, he was in a really foul mood. He wasn't talking too much, still mulling over the information about a stalker who could potentially hurt Katherine. He pretended to watch television while Katherine sat next to him working. He knew she was only trying to help him if he needed anything but his non-answers were taking a toll on her.

  Cage knew that if he spoke, he would go on a rant about the stalker and he didn't want her to worry.

  He jumped a little when Katherine put her arm around his shoulder and snuggled close to him. He stiffened when she held the phone away from their face and was about to snap a picture.

  "What are you doing?" he asked, pulling away.

  "What's wrong? Why are you so upset?" she asked, frowning at his expression. She looked over his face to search for signs of pain.

  "Just……" he trailed off.

  "I'm sending the picture to your mother. She called me because she was worried." She stood up, looking at him with a hurt expression. "Did you think I was sending it to someone else?" She huffed and strode out of the bedroom, muttering to herself.

  Cage hung his head, cursing under his breath. He considered going after her to explain but instead found himself crossing his arm over his chest and stopping himself. He couldn't tell her.

  Half an hour later, Katherine peered in again. She had put her hair up in a bun. When she entered, she didn't say anything. Neither did he. She came in and sat down on the bed beside him, crossing her arm over her chest, mirroring his actions.

  She looked at him, her eyes firm, her lower lip jutting out stubbornly, ready for a fight if the need be.

  Cage's lip twitched despite his will. Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see her smirk, too. He figured that she wasn't too upset.

  In reality, Katherine knew that not being able to work and staying in the hotel because of an injury was the last time Cage wanted. She also figured that something was plaguing him. So, she decided not to give him a hard time.

  Another minute passed and she pointed at her cheek. "Kiss it," she demanded.

  He let out a deep breath, amused and pressed a soft kiss to her cheek. She turned her head to the other side and pointed to her cheek.

  "Kiss." He did as he was asked.

  She propped herself up on her elbows and knees, popping her butt out and sticking it in front of him. She pointed. "Spank it."

  This was the breaking point. He burst into laughter and caressed her butt before giving it a smooth smack. He leaned in, his fingers reaching her chin and pulling her in for a proper kiss.

  "I'm sorry," he apologized quickly. "I was an ass just now. I love you." If it came to the worst, he would kneel down and beg.

  "I know." She forgave quickly. She pressed her lips to the tip of his nose and settled down beside him. "Is something bothering you?" she asked carefully, putting the ball in her court, letting him decide how much information he wanted to divulge.

  "Just some troubling activity on the set," he said vaguely. Katherine understood immediately but didn't ask further to clarify. She nodded in understanding and then pulled out the phone once again.

  "Now, can we take a picture so that your mother knows I am taking good care of her little boy while she is not there?"

  Cage rolled his eyes but let her take the picture. She even put on a filter that put cute glasses on their faces. After a few more filters, Katherine giggled. She leaned over and rested her head on his chest as she scrolled through the pictures.

  "Look at this…… Is that a worm in your pants?" she asked. "Or are you happy to see me?" she snorted.

  "Don't call it a worm. It's a dragon, don't you know?" he chuckled. He burst into laughter when he saw that she was editing the photograph to put a picture of Dragoon from Beyblade on his bulging nether region.

  "It looks too angry," he commented glancing at her. "My Dragoon is never angry to see you."

  Now, it was Katherine's turn to laugh. "I can't take it seriously if you keep referring to him as an anime character."

  "I will stop them. It is never a good idea to laugh at a man's c.o.c.k. They're sensitive creatures." He nodded sagely.