Chapter 17
Hello, Claire.
Claire, I think you forgot about me. You forgot about our deal. Our budding relationship. You haven’t answered any of my texts since yesterday. I’m wondering if I should be angry or worried. It’s not like you, Claire. You do what you’re told, always, don’t you? Something must be wrong. Did you get caught in the storm?
Is your phone as dead as your mother?
I spent the night in your room, Claire, humping your pillows, envisioning you choking on my cock, eyes watering. Claire. Claire. Claire. I could write an epic fantasy on the sounds you made in my thoughts. You know you have to come through for me on this, on us. Because, Claire, I’ve had the night under your sheets to think about it, about you. About me. I think I want to know you, Claire. I think I want to share the Montgomery fortune with you. I have plans, Claire. Plans I think you will enjoy. Have you ever been to Mexico? Brazil? You’ve probably never left the country, have you? I think it would be good, for both of us. We will get to know one another holding pina coladas on a beach.
If you get the money.
I’m not some soft, unsophisticated motherfucker, though, Claire. I will hurt you. I will hunt you down and pull you apart piece by piece if you don’t come through for me. For us.
Do you know how lucky you are to have me on your side in all of this? You’re the luckiest girl on the face of the earth right now, Claire. I choose to share the wealth of those filthy pigs with you. I choose it, Claire, because it doesn’t seem like anyone in your miserable life ever chose you, did they? See how lucky you are to have me here protecting you?
Come back home, Claire. I can’t wait to see you. I can’t wait to be inside you, to fill you with every part of me. After we can sit on your bed, on the sheets we stained with our bodies, and make plans. We can go anywhere. Be anyone we want. But I need you to know Iwantyou to be part of this with me, Claire. I want you here, with me. Now.
Come home to me.
