I laughed, “Oh, I’m counting on it.”
“You should go shopping. Get something to wear later that I’ll like.”
“Hmm…anything else I can do to please my client? Fantasies I can fulfill for you?”
He was quiet, but I could hear movement and then a door closed in the background. “I want you to let that naughty brat out of the dungeon you keep locking her in. Stop making yourself smaller. We both know what a slut you are. Pick someone else up. Then I want to take you from them.”
I bit my lip, dying a little as I glanced at the clock and did the math on just how many hours stood between me and what he was describing.
I put on a sugary sweet voice. “Don’t you think that’s a little mean? To lead someone on like that?”
“They should just count themselves lucky they got to flirt with you. I’ll see you at eight,” he said, not waiting for me to even confirm before he hung up.
He knew I’d be there.
My phone rang with an American number, so I assumed it was Zane again and picked up. “If you keep calling me, I won’t have time to go shopping for tonight…”
“What’s tonight?” My stomach sank.
It wasn’t Zane. It was Nate.
“Maia?”
“What do you want?” He was the last person I wanted to talk to.
“I thought you would’ve called me…after the interview?”
I was tempted to pretend not to know what he was talking about, but I said, “What about it?”
He sighed. “I thought I’d made it pretty clear. I want my restaurant or I’ll give another interview and maybe this time your dirty secret will slip out.”
It took two full seconds for it to sink in. “You’re…blackmailing me? Like a fucking cartoon villain? Why don’t you just have your lawyer contact my lawyer and make me an offer to buy it?”
Was this conversation really happening? He hadn’t been my employee when we started dating because we were together before I started that restaurant, but now that’s what he technically was. He didn’t even know how to run the business side of the restaurant.
I’d told him us breaking up wouldn’t impact his job and I meant it. I’d even made excuses for him after the interview, telling myself he didn’t know how people would react and that the reviews and the internet mob weren’t his fault.
“I don’t have the capital,” he said, irritation lacing his tone like it was my fault.
Goddess save me from the entitlement of mediocre white men.
He could’ve made a plan or found investors or built something for himself instead of having someone else do all of the hard parts and hand it to him. But instead he was willing to hurt me so he didn’t have to do even the minimal amount of effort.
“I’ll consider it and get back to you.” I hung up before I could say something stupid.
My phone buzzed and I looked at it with dread, but it was a message from Zane.
A picture of the most perfect, pierced, thick cock I’d ever seen appeared on the screen and all thoughts of Nate were obliterated.
Zane:Thinking of you
I grabbed the bag of toys Ophelia sent that had just been sitting in the corner and opened a box with a dildo in it, putting it to good use so I could send him a picture.
Me:Pretending it’s you.
Zane:Don’t you dare come
Me:Don’t be late.
