Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91042 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
I had even expected to get called in for a meeting with the board once he was sentenced and put in prison, but nothing. No one seemed to acknowledge it or know about it at all. If they did, I would have heard something about it by now.
By some miracle, the money that my brother had deposited into my account hadn’t blown back on me. I had even gone to the police station myself and explained once Perry was in custody. The officer made a call, then came back and informed me that the Feds were aware and the bank had already been alerted, that I had nothing to be concerned about. I argued and showed him my bank account balance and informed him that was not the case. I still had the money in there. In fact, I had the full five thousand, although I had spent over a thousand of it. The officer gave me a smile, as if talking to a child, and basically walked me out the front door, saying that the bank had been reimbursed for the five thousand—even though it was in my account—then told me to drive safe and have a good day. It had been weird.
I still hadn’t touched a dime of it and pretended like it didn’t exist because I didn’t trust that. It had been too easy. For all they knew, I could have been an accomplice. Marley had even been brought in for questioning.
I waited on edge for them to call me, but it never came. He had been sentenced and sent to prison, and here I was, living my life as if my brother hadn’t committed a felony. That I hadn’t been abducted by a gorgeous psycho and held for five days. It all felt like a dream. As if it had never happened. My brother being behind bars, however, reminded me that it had indeed happened. That and the dreams I had at night when my thoughts betrayed me. Oz would be there. Sometimes, we would just talk, but most of the time, it was sexual. I’d always wake up before the orgasm, sweating and twisted in my sheets. They had started the second night after I returned home, but I blamed it on not remembering getting out of his vehicle and going inside to bed. The only other explanation was that Oz had carried me inside, taken off my shoes and shorts, then put me in bed, and, well, as much as I found that impossible to believe, my imagination did not.
My vibrator had been renamed to Oz Jr. because it was Oz I pictured every time I used it. Since I would most likely never see the man again, I had given in and began calling my pleasure toy by its new name. It wasn’t like I would actually do all the things I fantasized about with the man in real life. That black flag of his that waved wildly, for one reason, and the other being that the only time he’d even touched me—other than when he abducted me—was to kill me. I was not in his fantasies. I’d give it to him though—the man could inspire some amazing orgasms.
Slowing down at the turn into my apartment complex, I found a parking spot close to my section. Letting the cold air blow on my face one more time, I shut off the car, then reached to the back for my bag. I slung the strap over my shoulder and took the cup that I drank my morning coffee in on my way to work from the middle holder. Then, I opened the door to the pits of hell. I was so ready for the temperatures to start cooling down again.
I had been lucky enough to get an apartment on the first floor. I was the farthest away from the pool though. I preferred the location anyway. It was already a loud complex with many of the Jackson State students here nine to ten months out of the year. Few were here all year-round, but there were enough to keep the pool area busy.
I was putting back money every month from my paycheck to get a nicer place. Maybe even a small house in one of those cookie-cutter subdivisions where the houses all looked alike but were still cute. If I couldn’t swing that, then I’d move to a nicer apartment complex. I was really glad that I’d refused to let Perry put me in something nicer when he fought me on it several times. I hadn’t wanted to rely on him financially, and boy was that a good thing right now. Since he had decided to go rogue.
My phone rang as I reached the door to my apartment, and I pulled it out to see Marley’s name.