I’d had other things to do. Specifically—once I’d taken about three seconds to reassure myself that my wig, Mel B., and Mel C. were all still present and accounted for—I’d pounded on his back and kicked my feet and shouted for someone to call every single one of the authorities.
And bitches, let that be a lesson to you. If someone tries to abduct your grown arse in the middle of brunch, nobody will lift a damn finger to help. I’d bet they would have been up in arms if Roman had started walking off with the mimosa trolley, though.
You can’t count on anyone in this world.
Not a single damn person.
Even Isaac, my boo, the one person out of eight billion who loved me best, had… had…
No, Mama couldn’t think about that right now, because Daddy had clearly bewitched him. And also because Daddy—becauseRoman—still wasn’t done manhandling me.
I had a knee that was about to become very well acquainted with those delicious bollocks of his that I’d had the pleasure of sucking on last night, that begged to differ.
Except, somehow, instead of scratching his eyes out and sending his family jewels back up where they’d once started, I found myself trapped in his arms—right side up this time, which was the only thing saving him from a permanent maiming—with his arms locked around me, that big, firm body of his sheltering me from behind, and his stupidly soothing voice murmuring in my ear.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart. Daddy’s got you now.”
I didn’t bother listening to him, just like I hadn’t bothered on the ride up to his suite.
Fine, bitches. I hadn’t been able to. Too full of fury to focus on whatever lies and bullshit he’d been spewing. No doubt the same garbage that had made my boo cry, that had bewitched him into turning on me.
Temporarily turning on me.
I had to save Isaac.
But first, I had to get away from Roman. He had my arms trapped and was immune to my thrashing, but six-inch platform boots? Honey, those things built up some thigh strength. They werenotlightweight accessories.
I lifted my left foot, ready to cause the man some serious damage, but then remembered something stupid he’d said in the elevator.
Whatever I needed?
“What I need,” I hissed, bucking back against him instead of crushing his instep, “is for you to let me fuckinggo.”
“Okay, gorgeous,” he said, opening his arms and leaving me suddenly bereft of all support.
I shoved away from him, whirling around to—well, to double-check my wig in the mirror next to the elevators, because a girl couldn’t go into battle without her armor in place—and then toglareat him.
“Give me Isaac,” I said, holding out my hand imperiously and snapping my fingers. “Now.”
“Come inside, Diva,” Roman said, turning his back on me and taking my boo by the arm as he got his keycard for the suite out.
What?
He couldn’t take Isaac.
I’d just told him not to.
He might have been bigger and stronger than me and Isaac put together. He might have had that perfect Daddy body and deep, sexy voice that made all of my parts jump for joy, but none of that mattered.
Well…
Wait, no.Noneof it mattered.
What mattered was getting Isaac out of his clutches and back to our flat, where I could keep him safe.
But my poor baby was under his spell—probably dickmatized by all of that yummy Daddy cock. Not that I could really blame him for that, but it still stung to see Isaac walk into Da—intoRoman’ssuite with just the barest of glances back over his shoulder at me.
His eyes were still red and puffy, looking positively mournful behind his glasses.
