Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 278(@300wpm)
I hate her for making me need her, but I’ll have my revenge soon enough.
I don’t know how long it will take her to realize that I’ve taken her most prized possessions, and I know she’ll never just walk away from them.
When she gets here, she’s going to be pissed, with thoughts of killing me.
I have news for her. I’m just as pissed at her for staying gone so fucking long. Hell, I’m livid she walked away in the first place.
I plan to spend the rest of my life teaching Lauren all the lessons she’ll ever need.
Maybe she didn’t have people in her life growing up that wanted her to succeed. She wasn’t educated the right way, and I’m going to enjoy hurting her until she gets it right.
She may not want me, may not plan on being mine, but that doesn’t mean it won’t happen. If Lauren Vos steps foot on my property, I’ll never let her leave. I can’t risk feeling the way I do now, again.
My skin hums every time I step into the shower, my body fighting my mind to end it quicker so I can find her in my bedroom, and yet she’s never there.
The days get longer with no one to focus my attention on. The nights are nearly impossible to bear without her strapped to my bed.
I feel like I’m going insane, and I have no one to blame but myself for untying her. I took a chance, thinking she’d climb out of my bed and be waiting in the kitchen when I came back home. Making the same mistake twice won’t happen.
I looked for her everywhere when I left the house earlier. She wasn’t at the grocery store nor the coffee shop. The trip away from the house was a distraction, another opportunity to try and sneak in and catch me off guard, but the house was just as empty as I left it. There were no alerts on my security system when I returned.
I fight the anger I’m feeling as time slips by without her showing up. I do want to hurt her. I always will, but I don’t want to damage her to the point that she stops begging for the pain. Her enjoying what I do makes me harder than I’ve ever been in my life. Sex with her is fucking phenomenal.
Clenching my jaw, I pull up my encrypted email. On a whim, I shoot a job over to Liam as a test.
I still don’t trust the motherfucker. He’s just too damn pretty for that to ever happen.
I open a notification from him and have to smile. He completed the job, a recovery in Monterey, not far from where my home base is.
He was quick and efficient, but time will tell if he just got lucky because he didn’t spend half the time I would’ve preparing.
I required fifty percent of the profit but was nice enough to cover expenses. Liam didn’t argue with the terms. He’d be a fool to open his mouth.
I verify the eleven-thousand-dollar deposit from his work before looking for another job to send him on. Liam claims he has the skills to work but isn’t capable of finding the jobs. The ones posted on the regular internet go very quickly, and he reports missing opportunities. I have the skills and programs to be one of the first to have access to new online sales.
I still haven’t determined if he’s working with a policing agency, but I’m also not breaking any laws where he’s concerned. If the man does something illegal or worthy of criminal charges, he’ll be responsible for it. I’m merely a temp agency finding the man work.
My computer program finds another job, this one with a higher payout because of how dangerous it is. I send Liam the information, wondering how far I can push him before he folds, telling me he won’t do it or he gets killed. Either way, I don’t really give a shit. I’ll just sit back and collect the money I make from him until he’s no longer viable for me.
It’s nice getting paid while sitting at my computer, but I also know it won’t last forever. I’ll get that itch, the one that will lead me back into the field, but I have to stay home right now. The last thing I want is for Lauren to show up while I’m on a job. I wouldn’t want her to get lonely.
I narrow my eyes at an email from a new person, and it pisses me off enough to redirect Liam to my house so I can slit his fucking throat.
I take a deep breath as I read the email from one of Liam’s friends who’s also looking for work, but as much as it pisses me off that Liam had the balls to send someone else my way, I can also see the benefit in it.