"Pet, don’t you recall?"
She shook her head. "Recall what?"
I reached out and rubbed her cheek.
"You don't remember calling me last night?"
When I let her go, I gave her the number to my burner cell, which I purchased just for her. No one else knows it exists. Her eyes widened, a surprised look spread across her face.
" I-I did? I don't remember."
I smiled, suppressing my laughter.
This was just too fucking easy.
"Yes, you did. I almost didn't answer because it came up as a private call. I thought you had changed your cell number, so I picked it up. Good thing I did. You said you were at the club and drank too much."
She shifted nervously, licking her lips.
My voice remained calm, even though I was still upset with her. "You needed a ride home because Becca was MIA. You were scared because you couldn't think straight. Some random person let you use their cell phone because you weren’t able to locate yours."
Fuck it.
If I could make her believe she called me, things would go much smoother because I’m not letting her go again. I can't believe she has me all twisted up in knots.
Usually, I didn't give a flying fuck what she thought when I first took her, but I won't go down that path again.
I had to devise a better plan because the first one didn't work out as I had hoped.
Now, I needed tomanipulate her,but nottotallymanipulate her.Does that even make sense?
I wanted her to stay with me without being forced, so I stuck to the harmless lie.
She looked at me, rubbing her head."Jesus, Atlas, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bother you. I'll get my things and be on my way. Will you give me a ride back home?"
I felt my heart flutter in my chest.
I opened and closed my fists, hiding my anger.
"Now, Kitlyn, we need to talk this through. You wouldn't have called if you hadn't needed me. I found your phone. It fell out of your back pocket. It's on the nightstand." She looked towards the nightstand and nodded.
I smiled at her. "Tell me, what's been happening with you these past few months?"
I knew what she had been up to, but she was oblivious to the cameras.
I could see her struggling to look as normal as possible, but I knew she had a pounding headache—it was visible on her face. I handed her a bottle of water and two Advil.
She smiled as she popped the tablets in her mouth, followed by a few sips of water to wash them down. She looked at me hesitantly, trying to hide her apprehension. I could read this girl like a sheet of fucking music. She spent one short month with me, and I learned to decipher her body language.
When she felt scared, humiliated, worried, confused, and horny, I knew it. I was overtly attentive to her every move and emotion. I never cared about these things with other women before. Their feelings were of no concern to me. I looked at females as a means to an end. They were made for one thing only. To please me, and that was it. She looked at me with a faint smile.
"Thank you for the Advil, Atlas."
She removed the blanket, not realizing she was naked underneath. She gasped, pulling the quilt back over her nude body, covering herself from my view.
I'm not sure if the alcohol ate half of her brain. She knew I would never leave her in panties. It wasn't my style.
I laughed."Oh honey, when will you stop being so shy around me? I have seen it all many times.”
