Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58808 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
“What’s the worst thing he did?” he asks, not answering my question.
When I glance over at him, his eyes have darkened
And I shiver at the thought of it.
“I—”
“You’re safe now. Tell me.”
“I have a therapist, you know. I’m better now,” I quietly reply.
“Okay, so why aren’t you telling me?”
“He was mad at me this one time. I think, if I remember right, I had tried to run away again. I was a teenager. He was having a party, and I figured it was the best time to run. He thought of me as his…his possession. The sick fuck.” I shake my head at the thought of him. “He always found me, even when I ran as fast as I could. Even when I thought I was safe. He had an uncanny way of finding me.”
“That’s why you got mad about the police,” he guesses.
“I never changed my name, but that’s because he stole it away, and I was only to be known as ‘girl.’ So when I took back control of who I was, I grabbed it by the balls and ran,” I tell him, pulling up to the dress store.
“After he whipped my back, he tore the nails off my fingers so my hands would be useless to climb. Then he cut into my palms so deep they had to be stitched. It was all to teach me not to run.”
Grayson reaches for me, grabs my hands, and turns them over. The scars are faded now, barely noticeable, but his finger traces one anyway.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that. If I could take the pain away, I would.” His words shock me, along with his tone. It’s soft but not pitying, and I wish I could crawl into his embrace. But I can’t.
I pull my hand away and get out of the car.
Grayson follows me into the store, and I lock it behind us.
“Powerful men usually get what they want.” I smile at him. “So why not get what you can out of them?” I walk over to a yellow dress, grab it, and hand it to him. He passes me his black card, and I swipe it through. Once payment is cleared, I go to give it back, but he doesn’t take it.
“Show me your tits, and the card is yours for the day,” he says, smirking. It’s an odd thing to say with how heavy our conversation has been, but I can see it’s his way of trying to lighten the mood.
“Show me your cock, and I’ll think about using the card,” I retort.
Grayson drops the dress to the floor. I wince because that dress is fucking expensive, but he doesn’t care. He undoes his belt slowly, leaving it on as he pulls down his zipper and smiles at me.
“You’re watching, right?” he asks.
“I am,” I reply, nodding.
Grayson reaches in and pulls out his cock. It’s semi-hard, and he strokes it, my eyes not straying from the incredible show he’s giving me. Damn, I’ve missed that cock. Just about as much as I’ve missed him.
Grayson groans as it gets harder. “You’ll spoil yourself with the card,” he commands.
All I can do is nod, as there are no words left in my vocabulary.
“Good.” Then he tucks his dick back in, zips his fly, and does the belt up before he bends down for the dress. I start laughing, and he drops his head to the side. “What?”
I point behind me, and he groans.
“You couldn’t have started with that?” he accuses.
“What? It’s going to be funny when my boss sees it.”
“I’ll buy the store.” With that, he turns to go, taking the dress with him. I can’t help but laugh at the thought of him buying a dress store because his cock is now on camera. “Dress in black, and don’t bring a date. See you tomorrow.” His voice makes me jump before he winks and leaves.
I run after him and yell, “Are you bringing a date?”
“Yes,” he answers.
To which I raise a brow.
Two can play that game.
“I can see what you’re planning behind those eyes. Trust me. Unless you want him dead, no date.”
“Show me your cock again, and I’ll think about not bringing a date,” I say, crossing my arms over my chest.
He does so without any hesitation and simply pulls it out.
“Would you like to kiss it goodbye?”
With those words, I spin on my heels and walk back inside hearing his chuckle behind me.
That man sure does have a nice cock.
Very nice, indeed.
Chapter 26
Her skirt should be burned.
Grayson
Avani didn’t show, and she’s not at her apartment.
I had this planned—it was meant to go down perfectly. Yet it all changed because she never showed.
I’m not sure what the fuck I’m supposed to do, but I know pacing back and forth in front of her house, is not it. A neighbor pops their head out and gives me a weird look before they head back inside. I call the dress store, knowing it’s closed but hoping she might answer.