Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62419 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 312(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
I recognize the blonde. She’s the one who pulled Chastity away from me at the bar.
“Will there be anything else today, Mr. Carter?”
I glance at George and shake my head. “This is good work. I’ll have a bonus transferred into your account.”
He nods in gratitude as he turns and exits the room, leaving me alone with the implications of his report.
My gaze is hard as I stand up and walk back to the wall of screens. Chastity is pretending to work at her desk; her delicious lips are parted, her chin resting on her hand, clearly asleep. A sparkle of drool on her bottom lip.
I snort on a low chuckle.
“My precious girl needs a nap.”
My fingers trail over her parted lips.
Now I can do what I was meant to do, what I was born to do. Claim Chastity as my own. Bind her to me.
But before I can do that, I have to get my house in order. I have to fucking apologize to Alice first of all. I didn’t fire her, but I was shitty to her that night after I left Chastity’s apartment and again yesterday when she made my breakfast. I didn’t want to tip her off just in case, but I was a dick and there will be a bouquet of flowers and a nice bonus envelope in her future.
I’ll get to the bottom of this other harassment bullshit in time. Right now, I smile at the napping Chastity as her head bobs sideways. She jolts it upright but her eyes stay closed. A smile curves my lips.
It’s time to wake up, my sweet little one. Daddy’s home...
I pick up the phone and call the head of security here in the building.
“How can I help you?” Jeffrey’s voice is cultured and obedient at the other end of the line.
I suck in a deep breath as I stare at my girl napping. The next time she’s asleep, she’ll be in my bed. I’ll have ripped off the pink tiered skirt and fuzzy sweater she’s wearing, and I’ll have pushed my face between her thick thighs. I lick my lips, anticipating the succulent juice of her pussy coating my lips and beard.
I keep my eyes on the monitor as I speak into the phone. “Chastity Nash is a marketing intern here.”
“I can check, Mr. Carter. I don’t know the names of every intern…”
“That doesn’t matter. She’s on the fifth floor, wearing pink, her desk is next to the supply closet. Go get her. I want her in my private office. Now.”
Chapter 10
Chastity
Diary Entry…Today Seven AM
Dear Diary,
Why does this hurt so much? I barely knew him and I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER.
My stomach is in knots. I can’t eat. The place where my heart used to be feels like it’s been replaced by a rock. Doing anything is like slogging through drying cement. I want to curl up in my bed, pull the covers up and pretend it never happened.
If I had his last name, if I could find him I’d tell him what a jerk ass he is leaving me like that. An emergency? So, sure could be true but he was already half-way out the door.
Gah, I called him Daddy.
I wanted to have one Daddy in my life. I imagined when I said that to someone for the first time, it would be with a Daddy that would be with me forever. Silly girl.
The worst part? I still dreamed about him last night. Not the usual faceless Daddy that occupied my dreams in the past. Now, it’s Jack’s face. It’s Jack’s voice.
I woke up this morning after managing two hours of sleep still hearing his words from the dream…
‘Such a naughty girl you are walking around wearing your short skirt, bending over, teasing me. You have fun making me hard? Remember, you started this. You make Daddy do these things to you…’
Maybe I do need therapy. But, right now, what I need to do is get myself upright, showered and to work. Life goes on…
xoxo
I jerk awake after almost slamming my face into the computer keyboard in front of me to see a tall, balding security guard standing next to my desk. When he asks me to follow him, all employees’ eyes are on me and I know exactly what they’re thinking because I’m thinking it too.
I’m so fired.
Sleeping at my desk? Not a good look.
He takes me to what looks like a private elevator behind a locked door and we go up ten floors.
The doors swoosh open and I follow him down a glass corridor, then we turn right, left, left, right. All the office space we pass is empty and I have an uneasy feeling that multiplies around every corner.
I tried so hard to stay awake, I really did, but I’m just not sleeping at night.