35Grant
IRACED DOWN THE FREEWAY to get to Mia. Her voice sounded weak and edgy. And I was even more pissed off at her than ever, just entertaining the possibility that she had hidden our kid somewhere. Yes, I knew she was an actress and still playing me. Either way, something didn’t seem right.
An accident? Men giving her a ride? Yeah, I’ll bet. Yet another scheme, another group of shady people she associated with. I understood her goal, but I still thought she was batshit crazy.
After stewing over the whole situation with Mia and the baby, I decided I couldn’t let it go. This baby, her baby, possibly my baby. It was even worse now because I had convinced myself that Julián was my son, even though I had no proof yet. I had to fucking know what had happened to her baby. And the only way I could do that was to keep Mia close.
My plan was simple: get her to open up to me, no matter what the cost. First, as Ksenya, then I’d call her bluff. I would do whatever it fucking took until I found out the truth.
I would seduce her, not just sexually, but emotionally. The second I had her right where I wanted her, I’d call her out, demand answers, demand respect.
But I had to tread lightly, there was no way she could know I was on to her. No more trapping her into eating meat. I would treat her like a real girlfriend, disarm her, and she wouldn’t know what hit her.
I pulled around the corner to find her sitting on a bench, hands in her lap, shoulders slumped. For the first time since I’d met her as Ksenya, she looked disheveled.
My stomach knotted. Had she been assaulted? Until I could get her to admit to what she was up to, I had to stay close. To protect her. I had no fucking clue what or who she was involved with.
I stopped the truck, and she jumped inside. Her skin was dirty, her hair was tangled, and I noticed her dark roots and extensions. Mascara was smeared down her face. Dried spots of blood covered her neck and face.
Fuck me.“What the fuck happened to you? Tell me the truth.”
She bit her lip. “It is nothing. My car, it crash on freeway. These men pick me up and take me to here. I am okay. Thank you for getting me.”
Lying again. Fuck this bitch. I needed to step up my game and figure out what was going on.
“Let’s go get your car towed.”
She shook her head. “No. It was already done.”
“Fine, whatever. You’re staying with me tonight.”
“But you said to me last night to get the fuck out.”
“I changed my mind.”
She nodded and didn’t speak, which was probably for the best. I considered giving her an excuse for kicking her out last night, but I saw no reason to lie. I never made excuses for my actions, and I wasn’t going to start now.
I drove back to my place, stopping at a drive-thru. I asked Mia what she wanted to eat, and even though she said she wasn’t hungry, I ordered her a salad.
Back at my place, I took her into the bathroom to clean her up and examine her wounds.
“Take off your clothes.”
She flinched back, but I didn’t have time for her games. Not today. “Now, woman.”
She pulled the tight white tank top over her neck, and my eyes zeroed in on her huge tits. Her nipples were barely covered by the black bra she was wearing. I gritted my teeth, thinking about all the guys at the bar today who had been eye-fucking her.
She wiggled out of her tight jean skirt, revealing a see-thru mesh black thong. My cock rose to attention. I wanted to bend her over, slap her ass, and take her from behind.
But instead, I took out my first-aid kit.
Her hair was tinged red and stuck to the gash on her forehead. I cleaned it up with hydrogen peroxide, but the wound wasn’t too deep. My hands made their way down her incredible body, exploring her curves, looking for any more injuries, but besides superficial scratches, she was fine.
My hand grasped her around the neck, pulling her body toward me, and I pressed my cock to her panties, so she could feel how much I wanted her.
She gasped, leaned in to kiss me, and I pushed her away.
I left her in the bathroom and threw her one of my old T-shirts and some sweats.