“Hello, Anna.” He nods his head, returning the smile.
“What are you doing here?” I ask, tilting my head to look behind him to make sure he’s alone. His chuckle tells me he knows exactlywhoI’m looking for.
He undoes his cuff links and starts rolling up his sleeve to show me a cotton swab and a single piece of tape. “Your mother has convinced me.” He pushes his sleeve back down.
“Well…they do help,” I say tightly.
He steps into me and takes my hands. “She means well, Annabelle. She just wants what’s best for you. Have you spoken to her?”
I pull my hands from Bill and run them down my thighs nervously. “I’m ignoring her,” I answer honestly because I’msure he already knows. I haven’t said anything to her since she slapped me in his office yesterday. For some, that wouldn’t mean anything, but I always talk to my mother. There’s nothing to say. I have to do what the Lords say, not what she thinks is right.
“Next time she calls, you’ll answer.” He didn’t make it a command, but he also didn’t ask.
Bill and I have always had an understanding. He’s not my father, and I’m not his daughter. We’ve lived together without any problems, and I don’t want to add any new drama to my life. Haidyn takes up enough of that time.
I nod. “Yes, sir.” He smiles at me.
Making my way to the parking lot, I turn my cell back on and go to call Haidyn but stop myself. Why would I call him? What do I have to say? He spanked my ass with his belt like an unruly child while I was on all fours and gagged. Then he fucked my pussy while I wrote I’m Haidyn’s dirty little whore in a notebook.
It was humiliating, yet I was so turned on. He got me off twice before he came inside me. A part of me knew it was going to happen. If he planned on only fucking my mouth and ass, he wouldn’t have had Gavin put me on the shot. I just didn’t think it’d be a punishment.
Then the bastard sent me a picture of it last night. As if I could forget that I’m his dirty little whore. Huffing, I set my phone in the cup holder and look up. My eyes catch sight of a black bike sitting at the back of the parking lot, and my hands fist. I saw it yesterday too while I was out but chose to ignore it. I will not let him ruin mymeday.
HAIDYN
My cell rings,and I pick it up to see it’s a picture of my newest toy on my screen. It’s the same one I sent her of us in her livingroom. She just looked so pretty that I had to put it as her contact. I smile, answering her call.
“Hello, doll?—”
“Quit fucking following me, Haidyn,” she barks in greeting.
My smirk grows at her attitude. It just gives me another reason to spank her again as if I need one. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Charlotte.”
She huffs. “Cut the shit. You’ve been following me for two days now, and I’m over it.”
I stand from my couch. My smile drops at her words, and I argue, “I have not.”
“Haidyn.” She growls my name. “I can see your black bike weaving in and out of traffic behind me.”
“Where are you?” I demand.
“You tell me. You’re the one who stuck a tracker in my neck.”
“Charlotte,” I snap, getting pissy now. “I’ve been home all day. I’m not following you right now. Where the fuck are you?”
“I’m not playing this game with you.” She hangs up, and I call her back, but it goes to voicemail. She’s turned her cell off.
“Goddammit,” I hiss, pulling up the app on my phone. By the look of her current location and the direction she’s moving, I’d say she’s headed to her house.
Rushing into my garage, I grab the keys to my bike off the hook and speed to her place. I’m pulling into her driveway just as her garage door closes. Getting off, I unlock her front door and barge in. “Charlotte?” I bark out.
I find her standing in her kitchen, pouring a glass of wine. She turns to face me, her dark hair flipping her in the face. She places one arm across her chest, and the other one is bent, holding her glass to her lips. Arching a brow, she gives a soft laugh before taking a sip. “Wasn’t following me, huh?”
“It wasn’t me,” I say through gritted teeth.
She takes another drink before she sets it down on the counter. “Yet here you are standing in my kitchen. You expect me to believe you made record time from your house to mine?” She rolls her pretty blue eyes at her own question.
I walk forward, closing the distance between us. “Who was it?” I demand.
