My head snaps up to glare at him, catching the smug, shit-eating grin on his face. “Arsehole.” I slap his arm as we head back toward the mansion.
“What the fuck happened to you two?” Kaden’s voice comes from near the door, his brows raised, his stare flicking between our dirt-streaked clothes and wild hair. Then he lifts his hands in surrender before Flynn can answer. “No. Never mind. I don’t want to know.”
“Go have a shower and put on what’s left on your bed. Kaden will come get you around four,” Flynn says, and I stop walking.
“Are we going out?” I frown. Twice in one week? Although, the fight the other night wasn’t exactly a night out.
“Something like that.” He doesn’t look back as he heads inside with Kaden.
I make my way to my room and freeze when I see the big box on the bed, with a smaller one beside it. I shut the door behind me and rush forward. As I lift the lid, my mouth drops open.
A dress. A beautiful and silky, white, delicate dress. I pull it out with careful fingers and run my hand down the fabric. There’s a dramatic slit up one leg, a plunging v-neck, and thin straps that cross and wrap around theneck. It’s gorgeous in a way that makes my stomach flutter. I open the smaller box, finding a pair of pristine white high heels that look expensive as hell.
“Where the fuck are we going?” I murmur to myself, heart pounding. Excitement sparks in my chest, but my hands are icy and damp with sweat. And then I feel it. The ache. The pulse. The way he lingers in me, dripping between my thighs.
Shit.
I run to the bathroom, nearly scaring myself to death when I catch a glimpse in the mirror. My hair is a tangled mess of knots, leaves, and twigs. My sweater’s torn, and there are red marks blooming over my chest and collarbone. I look like I just came out of a fight in the woods, and I did.
Shaking my head, I pull the debris out of my hair and turn on the warm water. The steam fogs the glass as I step in and release a breath I didn’t realise I was holding. I decide to take my time and actually take care of myself. I use every product I bought with Flynn’s card. I scrub my skin, slather my hair in a deep-conditioning mask, and shave until I feel human again.
When I dry off, I slip on a thong; there’s no way this dress allows for anything else. I step into it and pull it up slowly, my breath catching. It hugs every curve I own. The fit is flawless.
How the hell does he know my size this well?
The white throws me off at first; it’s not the kind of colour I’d associate with someone like Flynn. But now? Now I’m starting to wonder if I ever really understood what he’s capable of.
Once my makeup is done and my hair is curled, there’s a knock at the door. I open it and find Kaden waiting. His eyes sweep over me slowly before settling back on my face with a knowing smirk.
“Let’s go,” he says, and I follow.
“I need a coat,” I mutter, arms crossing.
“No need,” he replies dryly.
We step into the SUV, and this time Kaden slides into the seat next to me instead of behind the wheel. Another man is driving. That alone makes something twist in my gut.
“Where’s Flynn?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady as unease begins to bloom in my chest.
“We’re going to meet him,” Kaden answers, but there’s something in his tone—too calm, too smooth. He’s hiding something.
The road winds through thick trees I don’t recognise. I’m not even sure I’ve been in this part of the estate before. The deeper we go, the quieter it gets, and all I can think is that this would be a perfect place to hide a body.
My body.
I glance at Kaden. He’s typing something into his phone, but I can’t see anything.
I don’t think Flynn would hurt me. Right?
“Are we still far?” I ask, and my voice shakes more than I want it to.
He looks up and gives me a soft, almost sympathetic smile. “Ten minutes.”
My heart starts racing.
Why did he look at me like that?
I glance toward the window, half-thinking I should try to open the door and run, but there’s nothing out there, just trees, bushes, endless green. I’m trapped.
