I walk over to it and pull it out to find it’s taped shut. Removing my pocketknife, I flick the blade out and run it along the top of the tape, slicing it open. Putting it back in my pocket, I free the lid. “Bingo.”
Tipping it on its side, a dildo falls out. It’s on the smaller side, no more than five inches long. It doesn’t vibrate or anything. Next thing is a large red ball gag. “Now we’re talking,” I say, pulling out a straitjacket.
We have one at Carnage, and this one is almost identical. It’s legit. Grade A. Not some fake knockoff, and I wonder if Adam had this made for her too.
The thought has me fisting the material in my hands. I wad it up and shove it to the side. There’s also a blindfold, handcuffs, and a set of nipple clamps.
I place everything back in the box, closing the lid and shoving it back under the jeans. Mr. Fells said she bought this house a few years back, and this box was taped, so that tells me she hasn’t been in it in a long time.
That makes me feel a little better, but not much.
I crack open the closet door. The song has changed to “Push” by Matchbox Twenty, and I slowly make my way through the darkly litbathroom and peek into her bedroom. She’s facing me, an arm stretched out under her pillow, eyes closed, and plump lips parted.
She’s passed out. Walking over to her bed, I pick up her cell, exit the playlist, and go to her recent calls.Fuckfacepops up. I’m not sure if his contact name is a good or bad thing.
I text Adam from her cell that I’ll meet him after all.
He answers immediately.
Meet me at the house. You remember the address, right?
Fuck.What house? I’m about to respond with anowhen he sends another one with the address.
Just in case.
I read it over and delete the text. I put it back and open up her playlist, making sure it’s just how she left it. Then I turn to leave but pause. Very gently, I run the tip of my fingers over a bruise on her cheek, pushing her hair out of her face. One of those fucking bastards in the motel room hit her. I should have busted in there sooner.
She doesn’t move. I lean down and hover with my face over hers before I softly kiss it, needing to feel her skin on mine. She feels warm on my lips.
Fuck, I want to crawl into bed with her right now. Would she fight me? Tell me no? Something says no. She’d let me do whatever I wanted to her. But she’s had a rough night. The empty bottle of Jack on her nightstand proves it.
So instead, I whisper, “Sweet dreams, angel. I’ll see you soon.” Then I pick up her phone to do one last thing before I leave her house.
I figured three in the morning would be the best time to meet up with Adam. She’d be home in bed, sound asleep for the night. He said he was on the jet and would be back in a few hours.
Eve is still heavy on my mind when I find myself pulling into a gated driveway. Thankfully it’s already open. Otherwise, I’d have to use the call button and tell on myself.
I want to turn around, rush back to her house, and wake her up with my head between her legs. But this is important. I need information, and he can give it to me.
I pull up to the modern black house and get out of my car. This must be the house Haidyn gave to Adam. He mentioned it on the private jet when Adam revealed he was still alive.
Haidyn stands and digs into his pocket, pulling out a set of keys. He removes one from the ring and holds it out to Adam. “Here.”
“No…”
“Take it. I bought that house for you. It’s always been yours.”
I enter the double doors, and he must hear me, because he calls out from a room down the hallway.
“I’m in the office.”
Walking down the hallway, I take the first door on the left and enter.
“Eve—” Adam looks up from the desk. “I should have known.” He sits back, shaking his head. “Let me guess…you bugged her phone.”
“I was hiding in her closet.”
He sighs.
