“Good …I think.”
I waited for her to continue.
“He’s never taken a Fawn in public before. Most Sons don’t.”
“Really?”
She nodded. “They usually leave their Fawns tucked away here at the university, only going to them when they need something.” She glanced away, us both knowing what thatsomethingwas.
I’d already given the asshole thatsomething.
Well, half of that something, I guess.
“The only times Fawns tend to make appearances with their Sons is if they end up marrying later,” Daphne went on.
“That’ll definitely never be Enzo and me,” I said with a snort.
A playfulness glinted in her eyes. “You never know. You could be the Fawn who captures the heart of the cruelest Son of them all.”
Fifteen sentences.
Fifteen sentences.
That repeated in my head as I lay on my stomach on my bed, an open notebook sprawled out in front of me. I tapped my pen against the lined paper.
I’d been here for two hours and not written a single word.
Fifteen sentences.
Writing them wasn’t an issue. My father’s punishment sentences had always been at least four hundred lines.
“I’ll give you fifteen sentences,” I muttered to myself. “Fifteen sentences that start withfuckand end withoff.”
A knot screwed in my belly as my thoughts rambled, and I started writing.
1. My mother gave birth at home.
2. My favorite color is purple.
I tapped my foot against the bed, brainstorming, deciding that mysecretsdidn’t have to be the most personal. The definition of secrets was broad. I could give him boring ones.
I could keep my deepest, most sacred secrets hidden.
No one got those.
My phone vibrated on the shelf above my bed, nearly sliding off, and I hurriedly grabbed it before it whacked me in the face. My head hurt when I saw a notification from Enzo.
The Man Who Owns Me: Change of plans. I want your homework tonight.
I’d tried to change his contact name numerous times, and every time, it saidPermission Denied.
I tossed my phone to the side, deciding to pretend I never saw his text, and go about my night.
My phone vibrated again.
Against my better judgment, I grabbed it, checking the screen. My heartbeat stuttered as I opened the photo Enzo had texted.
It was a photo of me on my knees.
