“You blindsided him without explanation! He’s a good man, Cin!”
“Art offered me half a million dollars to sleep with him for six months.”
“The fuck?” she whispers.
“Do you know what that money could mean for my mom, Sebastian, and me? They’re worth more to me than Adrian. We only just started dating and it may not lead anywhere.”
“Oh my God. That’s a lot of fucking money.”
“Exactly. He’s going to pay for my mom’s medical expenses too. I’d be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this.”
“But are you willing to sell your soul for it? You’re a fish swimming around in the river, having the time of your life, and he’s the fisherman who dangles a big fat juicy worm right before your eyes. The prize is too irresistible to pass up, so you latch on, not realizing you’ll be gutted and eaten. Do you have any clue what he’s capable of?”
“No, I don’t, but my decision is final.”
“You need to think about your safety.”
“He’s just hurt. That’s all. I’ve helped him overcome his pain before.”
“Oh my God, stop being so fucking stupid. The big difference is he believes you caused his hurt this time around. He’ll destroy you.”
“It’s a chance I’m willing to take.”
“Can I come in?” Mom calls.
“Keep your lips zipped about this in front of my mom. I haven’t told her yet.”
“I should, so she can talk some sense into you.”
“Anneli,” I say in exasperation.
“Okay, fine.”
“Come in, Mom.”
She enters the bedroom carrying three boxes with a huge smile on her face. “These were just delivered for you.”
“I didn’t order anything,” I say, confused.
“There’s an envelope with your name on it. I’m sure it’s from Adrian,” Mom says, delighted.
I take the boxes and place them on the bed beside me before opening the envelope.
The packages contain your required attire for tonight. Wear your hair down. Refusal to follow the instructions provided will result in severe punishments.
Sincerely,
Your Owner, a.k.a. Pussy Connoisseur
P.S. Don’t fuck with me.
“What does it say?” Mom asks.
“Nothing important.” I stuff the card back in the envelope before sliding it into my pocket.
“Oh, it must be private.” Mom winks.
I open the first package and find a pair of black I’m-going-to-break-my-fucking-neck stilettos.
