He squeezed my shoulder a little too hard for it to be anything but a warning. Swallowingthe building nausea, I waved to the girls.“Jackson, this is Donna, Michelle, and Ava.”
Releasing my shoulder, he removed his glasses.“It’s a pleasure to meet you, ladies. And I sincerely apologize for the interruption, but like I said, I’m here to pick Kiki up.”
“Pick me up?”I asked, my brows furrowing as a knot tightened in my stomach.
“Yeah, James asked me to collect you. Check your texts.”
Instinct screamed at methatsomething wasn’t right. Why would James want Jackson topick me up? He knew we could barely stand to be in the same room as each other. With dread flowing through my veins, I reached for my purse and rummaged for my phone.
Sure enough, I had a waiting message. But it wasn’t from James. It was from an unknownnumber. Morbid curiosity had me clicking on the message, and when a video popped up and began to play, blood drained from my face.
I didn’t need to look at Jackson to know he was smirking, no doubt enjoying my reactionto watching the video of me on my knees with his cock in my mouth.
His hand landed on my shoulder again, and I flinched before hesitantly peering up at him.
As I thought, the smug smirk was set firmly on his lips.
“Time to go, Kiki. Unless…”
He trailed off, but the threat was unmissable.
Unless I want him to showthatvideo to my friends.
Chapter 6
Jackson
Amusement worked its way through me as Kiera’s body tensed. Not the slightest pang ofguilt made an appearance for what I had planned for her. In fact, I was rather looking forward to putting my plans into motion, and it started with a little visit to an acquaintance.
“Are you okay, Kier?”one of the ladies sitting opposite asked.
As if snapping out of a trance, Kiera pulled her horrified eyes away from mine, quicklyshutting off the video and shoving her phone back in her purse.“Yeah, I’m fine. I’mreallysorry, but I’ve got to go.”
She stood, brushing my hand off her shoulder, her cheeks blazing red, and a vortex of hatred swirling in her brown eyes.
“What’s going on, Kiera?”another friend—Donna, the one who’d taken Kiera to thedamn sex party—asked, her brows furrowed in concern.
“Nothing. My brother needs me for something,”Kiera replied, doing a better job at hiding the panic in her voice.“Justmessage me with what I owe for lunch.”
I pulled my wallet out of my back pocket, my patience fraying.“Here. It’scovered.”I threw a couple of hundred dollar bills down, the four women staring at me, looking equally bemused and confused.“Let’s go, Kiera.”
Subtly grabbing her wrist, I held onto her tightly as I dragged her through the restaurantand out to the street where my car was parked.
It hadn’t taken me long to obtain Kiera’s number without having to ask James; after all, breaking into a variety of databases to obtain information was my specialty.
Once I had her number, I hacked into her phone from the comfort of my office and installed softwarethatnot only gave me access to her location, but also allowed me to see every single message she sent and received, along with every app she used on her phone.
Modern technology was fucking awesome.
It was how I knew the exact moment Kiera left her house and arrived at the restaurant,where I waited outside to give her a bit of time to throw back several glasses of wine. It was also how I knew Donna had been the one to take Kiera to the party, despite Kiera deleting the message exchange from her phone.
I’d made a mental note to delve into Donna’s life in case she had more bright ideas ofinviting Kiera along to one of the many parties she attended; until I decided I’d had enough, Kiera was my toy to play with.
My toy to break.
Reaching my car, Kiera yanked out of my grasp.“What the fuck, Jackson? You promisedme you’d delete the photos.”
At her hysterics, I grabbed her again, spinning around to back her up against my car.Planting my hands on either side of her head and resting them on the roof, I closed the gap between us, caging her in.
