Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 55087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 275(@200wpm)___ 220(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)
She closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep, but her mind wouldn’t stop wandering to all the events of the previous days. So much had happened since she’d arrived in New Zealand. It was hard to process it all.
Had she really met her Daddy? She wanted to believe it was true. After all, she was in his apartment, and he’d told her she would be staying here from now on.
He’d given her two amazing orgasms, too, and she hadn’t even seen him naked. She intended to rectify that situation first thing in the morning. Was it almost morning?
Suddenly, a loud, piercing noise made her bolt upright in bed. It was so obnoxious that she covered her ears. It took her a few seconds to realize it was an alarm. Like a fire alarm.
“Sadie?” She could barely hear Rocco calling her name over the disturbing dissonance, but in moments he was sitting next to her, pulling her into his arms. “You okay?” he shouted.
She nodded, keeping her hands over her ears.
He scooped her up, tugged the sheet off her bed, and wrapped her in it before stepping out of the playroom, through the living room, and out into the corridor.
The rest of the men were all coming out of their apartments.
“Is it a fire alarm?” Rocco yelled over the din.
Magnus shook his head. “Security system. There’s a breach somewhere. Basement. Now.” He ran past everyone toward the elevators and stairs.
Rocco gripped Sadie close as he followed the rest of the men behind Magnus.
Sadie might have argued that she could have walked, but then she remembered what she was wearing and pursed her lips, holding on to her Daddy’s neck instead to brace herself and make his journey less difficult.
It was probably only thirty seconds before the seven of them emerged into the basement.
As the last one through the door, Rocco turned and pulled it shut before throwing a deadbolt and a giant iron bar over the thick steel door.
Sadie was trembling, eyes wide. She’d never been in the basement. She hadn’t even known it existed. It was huge and looked like some kind of command center for the CIA or the FBI, with all the equipment, flashing lights, and computers.
Rocco deposited her in the corner of a giant sectional—the biggest piece of furniture she’d ever seen in her life, big enough to hold ten people or more. After making sure the sheet totally covered her, he kissed her forehead. “Don’t move. You’re safe in here.”
She barely had time to nod before he ran toward the computer bank with the other men. They all leaned around Magnus, who had taken a seat in front of the most impressive expanse of monitors and electronics she couldn’t even recognize. He looked like he was at the helm of a futuristic spaceship.
Sadie didn’t move. For one thing, Daddy had told her not to, but she wasn’t sure if she could, even if she wanted to. She was wrapped up like a burrito, which was probably a good thing. If anyone besides Rocco saw her in the lingerie she was wearing, she would turn ten shades of red.
She also realized she was still hugging the two penguins to her chest and was grateful. They were comforting. She at least managed to wiggle Edgar up so she could whisper in his ear, “It’s okay. We’re safe. Daddy said so.”
Edgar seemed to believe her because he slid back down under the sheet a moment later as if not wanting his sleep disturbed. She couldn’t blame him. She wished she were still sleeping, too.
At least the sirens weren’t as loud down here. The thick steel door muted the sound. There were, however, flashing red lights in the corners of the room that would alert anyone of a problem, probably even if they were asleep.
“Can you back up the footage?” Phoenix shouted, leaning over Magnus’s chair.
“Working on it,” Magnus said as he clicked away at the keyboard. Finally, the alarm stopped blaring, and the lights stopped flashing.
A dozen screens were lit up, and Sadie quickly realized they were each showing the view of a different section of the property where there were cameras.
“Fuck. Whoever it is took out the camera on the east side of the building,” Magnus grumbled. “Must have done it with a long-range rifle. The men who came earlier today probably scoped out the cameras, trying to find a way in.”
Sadie shuddered. She was the cause of all this trouble. She’d brought it here. Why would Mr. Kingsley even keep her? He had every right to fire her and kick her off the property. Especially since she hadn’t told him about the potential trouble she was in.
Granted, Sadie hadn’t imagined this much of a problem following her around the globe. Why couldn’t Sylvester Pushkin just leave her alone?