Chapter 55
She shook her head. “As long as you know there will be no pillow fights in our underwear, we’re all good.”
“Can’t we just pretend there will be?”
Pandora chuckled and rolled her eyes as he picked her up. “Now show me the room.”
‘You sure you want to see it?” he asked her, stopping outside the spare room.
“Yeah.” Ron kept a hold of her as he opened the door. Just as he said, the room was empty; not only was there no carpet but the wall hangings were also
gone.
“We should call that police guy you know, Ron commented as she nodded in agreement.
Ron helped her back downstairs and she sent Milton a text asking him to drop by. Not even an hour later, Milton was walking through her door.
“Hello,” he greeted as he eyed up Ron.
“Milton, this is a friend of mine, Ron. Ron, this is Milton, he’s the detective I told you about.”
“How are you?” Ron asked confidently. “I’ll show you the room.”
Pandora pulled her eyebrows down in disbelief as Ron swaggered out of her living room. “He’s not going to cut me up into little pieces is he?” Milton asked.
Pandora snorted loudly before shaking her head. “Nah. Besides, he knows I freak out at the sight of blood, so you’re safe for now anyway.”
“Come on now, good detective,” Ron yelled and Milton took a deep breath.
“This is what you’ve trained for,” Milton mumbled, and she covered her mouth, laughing as he walked out of the living room as if he were walking into a high–risk situation.
It took Milton and Ron an hour before they came back to the living room.
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“What the hell were you guys doing up there?” she asked, looking the two misfits up and down.
“Talking, Ron answered with a sly grin.
“Talking? Is that what you pretty boys call it now?” Both Ron and Milton gave her the same look. It was so similar, one would think they were both sides of the same mirror.
“For that comment, you can’t come to my photo shoot.”
“Your what?” Pandora asked.
“I am doing a photo shoot for his store, to get more male clients.” Pandora already knew that Ron was looking to bring in more clients, so she just nodded in understanding. “This fine detective here gave me an idea.”
“That was?” she asked, giving him a will–you–spit–it–out look.
*Imagine sexy firemen, policemen, EMTs, sexy men, in various sexy fields of work.
Pandora hummed as what Ron said came to mind. “But what has that got to do with your business? Also, it looks like you are asking for female clients, doesn’t it?” she asked, still not getting it.
“As long as I get more clients,” he said casually. “Women will love it, talk about my shop, and their men will come, or the women will bring them. Women will lead them to me by their dicks. At his last comment, Pandora lost it and started to laugh.
“No,” she squeaked out as she calmed herself. She wiped away the tears that had sprung from her eyes. ‘I need to be there, please,” she begged. “Because right now what I imagine and what I’ll see that day, I know it’ll be a great day.”
*Then be a good girl,” Ron grinned slyly at her and she nodded obediently at him. ‘I’ll make some coffee, and let you two chat, Ron continued, before walking out.
“Sp? she whispered to Milton, not really wanting to deal with any of it.
How did he get into your house?” Milton asked and she shrugged her shoulders.
“I haven’t a clue. When he left me, I changed all the locks, and added the security alarm,” she stopped talking. “I know it’s him who’s doing this.”
I believe that, too, but the DA will need proof, and from what I’ve found at this point, it’s you doing it all yourself.”
She looked up at him as her mouth dropped open.
“Pandora, wait… I know you’re not, but the profile was made from your IP address,” he said, giving her a pointed look. “I had someone go to the person who bought your belongings, and they only saw a woman that sounded a lot like you in the description.”
She shook her head at him. “So far, the only thing not matching up is the woman didn’t seem as far along as you are,” he said, pointing to her bump. “It’s the same for the dating website, the IP address that was used to make it is yours.”
“That’s what you were doing up there?” she muttered, turning away from Milton.
His hand came under her chin, and he turned her head back around to face him. “Yes, but we were mainly talking about the photoshoot. Pandora, I believe that this is somehow Derrik’s doing, but I need to prove it. I think we should change your locks and passwords on the security system and laptop, and get you a new IP address.”
Pandora groaned but nodded in agreement. “There’s a small part of me that’s saying fuck it, give him the fucking house. This isn’t worth the shit he is putting me through. That maybe he’s right. I didn’t put enough into our relationship.” She stopped and looked at Milton.
“I swear I tried, but through the years we were married, he only worked all together a year at the most. Money was so tight, that I was working up to sixty hours a week. To me, we still weren’t making enough to relax. At first, it was because we… I wanted a baby and I wanted to spend time with him or her after she was born. I knew we needed enough put away so that I didn’t need to rely on Derrik keeping a job. When we couldn’t become pregnant, this place became my baby,” she said, waving her hand so he knew that she was talking about her house.
“All the spare time and money went into it…” She stopped talking again as she tried to calm herself.
