Christopher's POV.
I swore to myself I'd wait. Two weeks. Let Alex stumble through his turn, let Felicity have her "fairness," let her see for herself that he wasn't what she wanted.
That's what she'd begged me for. Please, Chris. Just let him finish his two weeks. Then you'll have your turn.
So I waited. But something inside me itched—restless, like a warning siren I couldn't turn off. A low hum under my skin that whispered: She needs you.
So I called Penelope, my sister. "Put a tracker on Felicity's phone."
She nearly choked. "Chris, are you insane? She'll kill me if she finds out!"
"I didn't ask you," I cut in. "I'm telling you. Please."
There was a long pause, then a sigh. "Fine. But you owe me."
By the sixth day of Alex's second week, I couldn't stand it anymore.
So yeah—I cheated. I dropped a tracker in her phone.
For the record: do I regret it? Maybe. But also maybe not. Because if I hadn't, goodness knows what would've happened that night.
The storm was vicious. Sheets of rain slapped the streets, lightning splitting the sky like the earth itself was furious. My car fishtailed twice on the way to Alex's flat. And every time thunder cracked, my chest tightened.
She was there. With him. And I knew Alex—charming, sly, a wolf dressed like a golden boy. I'd seen the way he looked at her. And worse, I'd seen the way she sometimes looked back.
I kicked the door open so hard the frame groaned. There they were: Felicity in Alex's shirt, hair damp from the rain, Alex leaning in—his hand grazing her arm. I saw red.
"Step away from her." My voice cut through the flat like a blade.
Alex froze and looked at me with that same smugness. "What the heck are you doing here?" he snapped.
"Don't make me repeat myself."
Felicity gasped and stumbled back, cheeks flaming. "Chris—"
My heart stuttered. The way she said my name…like I was both her savior and her mistake.
"Unbelievable," Alex scoffed, low and bitter. "You tracked her, didn't you? You pathetic bastard."
"Better a bastard than a snake," I shot back.
Alex lunged. For a second I thought we were going to tear the room apart. Then Felicity shoved between us, arms wide.
"BOYS. STOP!"
Her voice cracked like the thunder outside. For a second everything went silent except for her ragged breathing.
Her eyes found mine—wide, panicked. "Chris, please…I asked you to wait."
I froze. I'd promised her. If I pushed too far and hard now, I'd lose her trust for good.
But then I saw Alex looking at her—hungry, entitled—and something in me snapped. I couldn't leave her there.
"Felicity. Come with me. Please." I lowered my voice until it was only for her.
She trembled, torn. Her lips parted as if to refuse, but another crack of thunder made her flinch, and she moved into my arms.
I held her tight, protective like it was the only thing that made sense.
Alex's jaw tightened. His glare could murder me. "This isn't over," he spat.
"No." I met his stare. "It's not."
Then I led Felicity out into the storm.
The rain plastered her hair to her cheeks, mascara streaking down her skin. She looked wrecked—like a porcelain doll left out in the downpour.
But when I pulled her into my jacket, shielding her against me, she let out the faintest sigh. Fragile. Exhausted. Relieved.
"What the heck, Chris? Why would you track my phone? What is going on in your head?"
"A thank you wouldn't hurt," I muttered.
She sighed again, softer this time. "Thank goodness you found me. I… I don't know what could've happened."
"You scared me half to death," I admitted, my voice rougher than I intended. "Thank goodness I put that tracker on you. Because I can't lose you. I love you."
"Chris…" Her voice broke against my chest. "Why can't things just be simple?"
I pressed a kiss to her damp hair before I could stop myself. "Because you're not simple, Felicity. You're everything. And everything is never simple."
Her breath caught. And for the briefest second, she leaned into me—like she wanted to believe it.
And standing there, thunder screaming overhead, her heartbeat against mine—I swore I'd fight Alex, Mia, hell, the whole damn world if I had to. Because she was worth it. Every storm.