"I have to be here. It's my job," he reassured. "I've spent countless hours around the two of you and the s.e.x.u.a.l vibes are killing me. I miss Angel but as you may remember she is also busy running around and preparing for runway shows. We have limited time."

  "Well, living apart might strengthen your love for one another. That way, even if you run away with someone else, you'll miss Angelina terribly." Cage joked, trying to lighten the mood.

  "You're right. I'd have to send postcards from the locations I visit just to remind her of me," Stephen grumbled. "She doesn't miss me much, don't worry."

  "That's what you think. I got a scolding for holding you back," Katherine griped. "How much longer do you need to stay?"

  "As soon as I find a secure apartment for the two of you and some bodyguards to keep you company," Stephen informed her with a small smile——

  Another day passed, this time on set. When he returned to the hotel, he found Katherine stretched out on the bed. Hearing his footsteps, she propped herself on her elbows and looked at him with a nonchalant grin.

  "Stephen sent us a mail. He did a risk assessment and indeed you are very easy to stalk." She snickered.

  Hands on his h.i.p.s, Cage looked down at her. "It might not be a stalker, we are just talking precautions. Moreover, no one gets into the shooting site without clearance."

  Katherine raised her brow. "You have limited imagination. You think it's impossible that someone in the crew or with access to the site is doing this?" Cage squinted in suspicion.

  "I have a sneaking suspicion you are having a gala time with this. What if it is you who has the diabolical plan? Do you want me to cuddle with you all day long?" Cage joked. Katherine smacked his arm and huffed.

  He sat on the bed and leaned down, mirroring her position, but they were infinitely closer than before. "Nonsense!" she hissed. Her cheeks flushed and her eyes dilated. Cage couldn't help himself, he positioned himself to straddle her, hovering over her without explicitly touching her.

  "What do you have to say for yourself, huh?" he asked, his tone purposefully light.

  "If I needed to keep you in bed all the time, I could wake you up with your c.o.c.k in my mouth or cry until you don't go out. Why would I need to write you letters." She crinkled her nose in distaste. "What is with this friendly pose you have going on?" she sniffed. Her breath stuttered as she spoke.

  He didn't move but a smile curled at the corner of his lips. "I'm not seducing you or keeping you in bed. I'm just teasing you…… like a friend." He emphasized on the last word.

  She smirked. "Ah, yes, very friendly. Do you do the same to Stephen?" she taunted.

  "Wouldn't you like to know," he hummed. After a moment of silence, he spoke again. "I prefer tickling him with feathers, instead. This is special treatment."

  She laughed, the sound draining the exhaustion off him. Having his woman under him like this, delighted and awaiting his touch was enticing. He wanted nothing more than to lower himself and taste her lips. He wanted to feel her body pressed up into every line of his.

  "I won't be able to stop if I start now…… so……" he pulled away quickly, plopping down on the bed immediately and taking in a cleansing breath.

  "You started it," she complained.

  "Me?" He cleared his throat. When he spoke his voice was a tab bit gravelly. "I found you on my bed, looking delicious. You have only yourself to blame."

  Katherine snorted and got up. Seeing her hair all messy and her lithe form moving across the room, Cage felt a pang in his heart. She looked so young when she was like this. No, it was not her youth that turned him on. Instead, it instilled in him a need to protect her at all cost. And that she looked extremely pretty that way.

  "Have you read through Stephen's plan?" Katherine asked casually. Cage sat up and unbuttoned his shirt.

  He frowned. "Yeah, we are supposed to agitate the stalker with our relationship and make them slip up. We need to follow a pattern that the stalker can pick up on, give them what they are looking for. We start going out to the same places. Establishing consistency will draw them out sooner or later."

  "But the paps will come out, too," Katherine commented. This was the part she didn't understand.

  "It's actually easy to pinpoint people who are not paps. The bodyguards are trained to do that, so they can spot familiar faces in an instant." He reassured her. "At least, with the bodyguards, I can rest assured that no one will touch you."

  "And? When do we start the plan?" Katherine asked without much excitement. She wasn't worried about harm to her. The accident at the set had left her shaken and fearing for his life, instead.

  "We start tonight. We are going out!" Cage claimed. "Stephen has taken care of everything, so don't worry!"

  Cage managed to tell her exactly what to wear. When he looked at her in the car, he was stunned. She was wearing a lavender sundress, her skin glowing and her eyes shining in the light of the passing cars. The way she looked at him was nothing short of intoxicating.

  If they got photographed today, he would take the best photos and frame them for his home. He had gone through the forums and realized that a lot of men and women were l.u.s.ting after his girlfriend. It was uncanny how he turned into a caveman when he heard the comments. He really wanted to punch those people in the face.

  "The pictures taken today and earlier will satisfy the hunger that the people have for the two of you. The added bonus is the curiosity of the stalker." Stephen scrolled through his phone. He suddenly looked up, remembering something. "Katherine might garner more attention from the industry."