The corner of his lips twitch, and he reaches up, adjusting his backward hat, and I can’t even begin to explain the things it does to my insides. I feel like I’m fucking melting into a puddle before him, and the smirk that graces his gorgeous face tells me he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Thirty minutes, doll face. Then we’re leaving. I don’t care if you get ready or finish getting dressed, I’ll carry you out wearing nothing but your underwear and a towel on your head.” With that, he pulls his cell from his pocket and starts typing away, dismissing me.
I growl, knowing I can’t win with him. I spin around and rush off to my bedroom. Slamming the door, I lock it as if that will keep him out and start getting ready for who the hell knows what.
TWENTY-ONE
HAIDYN
Iget up off the couch and head to her room. She has one minute before we have to leave. I considered sending her a text about her appointment, but I didn’t trust her to go. One of those “you want something done, you have to do it yourself” types of situations. So here I am, taking her to it, even if she kicks and screams.
I go to enter her bedroom, but the door is locked. I smile and shove my shoulder into it, splintering the wood. I could have used my pocketknife to unlock it, but I like the idea of it being broken better.
I look around to see it’s empty. I turn to open her bathroom door when it swings open. She jumps back in surprise. Her eyes instantly narrow up at mine. Her dark hair is dried and now up in a high ponytail, showing off her small face, pouty lips, and slender neck. It makes her blue eyes look bigger. I can tell she’s put a little bit of makeup on by the way her lashes are darker, and her lips are tinted a soft pink to match her cheeks. Her tits are hidden under a hoodie, and she’s got leggings on with tennis shoes.
“Let’s go,” I command, giving her my back and walking through her house.
“Did you break my door?” she barks, but I ignore her. She can see that’s exactly what I did.
Entering her garage, I grab her keys hanging up on the hook.
“What are you doing?” she demands.
“Driving you to your appointment,” I answer, opening her passenger door—always a gentleman.
I turn to look at her, and she pushes out her chest, face scrunched with irritation.
It’s cute, really. My eyes drop to her leggings, and the thought of her thong comes to mind. She’s got a perfect ass. One I just want to bend over my knee and take a belt to. It was red earlier from her shower. I want to see it red from my hand as well while she begs me to stop fucking it.
“Maybe I don’t want you driving my car.”
“I’m driving,” I state. This is not up for debate. “Either I drive you in your car or I put you on the back of my bike.”
She nibbles on her lip at my ultimatum for a second before she lets out a huff and storms over to me. She falls into the passenger seat, and I slam the door shut.
It’s a little on the colder side this afternoon, but the weather doesn’t bother me. I’ll ride all year round. I like the freedom a bike gives me, but I knew she’d choose her car.
Getting into the driver’s seat, I start it up and open the garage, knowing that she’s mad at me right now. But she’ll hate me when I drive her back home.
CHARLOTTE
He pulls upto a six-story building with an all-glass front. A set of sliding glass doors readsentrance. It’s too large to be ahouse, but there’s no sign out front to say what it is or to give me a clue as to why we’re here.
He pulls my SUV to a stop, and a man opens my door. “Good afternoon, miss.” He smiles at me kindly, then looks over the top of the car and nods. “Haidyn.”
“Lance.” He acknowledges him, then walks around the back to me. He grabs my hand and pulls me up the six steps. I’m nervous as fuck. My knees are shaking. What could we possibly be doing here?
He didn’t say one word to me on the drive and never turned the radio on. We just sat in silence, and I know he did it on purpose. He wanted me inside of my own head. My mind raced with the what-ifs while I tried to calm my breathing.
Entering the building, I see a set of chairs to my right. He lets go of my hand, placing his hand on my lower back, and guides me to one. “Stay,” he commands like I’m a fucking dog.
All I’m missing is a collar and a muzzle. Then he disappears down a hallway.
The sliding glass door opens, and a woman enters. She plops down next to me, smiling as she speaks. “You here for David?”
I look over her fishnet stockings, six-inch heels, and red halter top. She reminds me of the woman in the video that the Lords sent me of Haidyn when he was picking up the prostitute. “No.”
She throws her hair over her shoulder. “How did you hear about this place?”
I frown, even more confused. It’s not like it’s hidden in the middle of nowhere. It’s beautiful and easily seen from the main road. “My boyfriend brought me,” I answer. Because explaining a Spade brother is blackmailing me won’t go over well with Haidyn when he finds out. Plus, I doubt she knows what a Lord is. I’d rather not have that conversation with her either.
