Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
That was my plan. It was a good plan. I just needed to not rile Marksen up anymore. Just go with the flow and do as he said until he fell asleep.
Which meant first, I needed to feed him.
I removed the plastic from the chicken and immediately pressed the back of my hand over my mouth, smothering a gag.
Oh God, it got worse. So. Much. Worse.
I didn’t expect it to be so slimy … and bloody. Lifting the Styrofoam with two fingers, I flopped the chicken into the pan. I was uncertain about what to do with the white pad that stuck to the bottom of the meat. Maybe that was a seasoning packet? I would just leave it there for now, just in case.
I put the pan on the stove next to the still-tepid water and tried to turn the burner on high.
The stovetop clicked, and then a ball of fire rose from the stove all the way to the ceiling.
I screamed as a wave of hot air burned against my skin, and my dress caught fire.
CHAPTER 11
MARKSEN
That little girl was going to push me too far.
When I left her in the kitchen, forcing her into her place by making her cook for me, I went to my office with her phone and wallet tucked in my pocket.
She had no idea who the fuck she was dealing with.
There were moments when she bent to my will, flashes of perfect subservience when her eyes were cast down and precious tears trailed down her cheeks. In those moments, she showed me the good girl she could be for me.
My fallen angel, my broken princess.
Then, a moment later, her blood would boil, no doubt having been tainted by that Manwarring fire, and she’d have the audacity to talk back, make demands, and hurl insults like I was some waiter who didn’t bring her dinner fast enough.
She and her brother were both going to find out what kind of man I was when pushed. They would find out why I was not a man to be fucked with.
Unlike Luc, I had never needed the mob to do my dirty work.
Like a real man, I handled that shit myself.
I paced around the room for several minutes, trying to get my rage under control.
She pushed too damn far.
Logically, I knew Olivia was lashing out because she was scared, but I didn’t give a fuck. No one talked to me like that and got away with it. I didn’t care how pretty she was when she cried, or how hard my cock got when she was angry and tried to fight me. It didn’t matter how soft her skin was or how bright her eyes were.
I poured myself a drink from the crystal decanter sitting on the side table before I took a seat at my desk. Leaning back in the leather chair, I let the fine liquor warm my belly and soothe my anger.
It only took a few moments for my heart rate to settle and my breathing to calm. Then, with Olivia’s phone in my hand, I checked to see if anyone had noticed she was gone.
So far, nothing.
It was almost sad that it had been well over a couple of hours and no one … no one … had missed her. No one had raised the alarm. If she were my girl, I would never have let her out of my sight long enough to be missed.
Feeling my anger rise at the direction of my thoughts, I pushed them aside and focused on the task at hand.
She had received a handful of text messages and e-mails, but only one was personal.
Some pretty boy model’s number was saved under “Too Desperate.”
He had asked her to dinner.
I scrolled through their messages, and it looked like he had asked her out several times, and each time she had politely declined. In the past three weeks, she had given him several gentle refusals. Everything from “working late” to “prior commitment with my family.”
This guy was never going to take the hint. In a moment of what I chose to believe was chivalrous pity and not jealous rage, I made sure this pissant would never send her a message again. It was hard to mimic her texting style, but I think I nailed it.
Olivia: I have tried to be professional to no avail, so allow me to be blunt. No. I’m not interested. Please stop asking.
Just a few seconds later, her phone pinged.
Too Desperate: Excuse me bitch, you should be grateful I even gave you the time of day. You should be on your knees sucking my cock for the opportunity to be seen on my arm.
Who the fuck did this little micro-dicked bitch think he was, talking to her like that?
I made a note of his number to look into him later.