Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
CHAPTER TWELVE
TITAN
I LOOK OVER at Bones once Emilee has left the room. He arches a brow. “I see you gave Emilee her phone back.”
I nod.
“What did she want?” he asks, plopping down across from me.
“A job.”
“A job?” he asks.
“I made her a queen.” Not the best decision I’ve ever made, but I don’t know why I didn’t think of it before. It’s a great solution to her current situation. Plus, I can keep an eye on her. “I’ll control who she sees and what she does. It’s the best form of a leash.”
He leans forward. “Good idea.”
“I’m guessing she was not the reason you came into my office.”
He shakes his head. “Nope. I got a phone call, and it seems George has skipped town.”
“Not surprised.” I sit back, trying to ignore my hard cock that is in my jeans. I wanted more but couldn’t tell her that. As far as she knows, I’m using her and not the other way around. “What is the plan?”
“We’ll let him go for now. He’ll come back.” His eyes slide to the door Emilee just exited through.
“You think he’ll come back for her?” I ask, the thought not sitting well with me. She’s mine now. I’ve waited long enough for her; he’s not getting his hands on her again.
He shakes his head. “There’s no reason for him to do that. She won’t get him anywhere, especially now that he knows we weren’t going to trade her for the money.”
I nod in agreement. “Did the detail not see where he went?”
“Nope. They lost him while on the highway. He knew we had eyes on him.”
“You think someone leaked that info, or he just got nervous and figured we had him covered?”
“I don’t know.” He runs a hand over his hair, frustrated. “But when he returns, he’s going to pay us back, in pounds of flesh.” With that, he gets up and exits my office, slamming the door shut behind him.
EMILEE
A woman by the name of GiGi measured every inch of me and Jasmine. Then a doctor came and hooked us up with the Depo shot. He also took our weight and height and wrote it down. I’m guessing the clients like to know what size of woman they are paying for. We were then tested for every STD known to man and informed we would get our results within the hour. I wasn’t concerned in any way. I was tested last year and was clean. The only person I’ve slept with since then was George, and he used a condom both times.
Then we were sent to the Kingdom spa where we had facials, got a mani and pedi, followed by our entire bodies waxed. And after that, we visited the Kingdom salon where they did our hair and makeup. The works.
Five hours after entering Kingdom, we walk out to her car parked out back.
“Have a great day, ladies.” Nigel nods to us.
“You too,” Jasmine calls out. “Man, I feel like a new woman,” she says, falling into the car.
“Right?”
She looks over at me and winks. “So, I see you got your phone back.”
“Yeah.”
“And?”
“And I worked hard for that damn thing,” I admit.
She laughs at me. “The Kings don’t go easy on anyone.”
Ain’t that the truth. “Where are we headed?” I change the subject. I’d prefer not to discuss Titan. I can still taste him. Still remember the look on his face as I pleased him. The sad part is I didn’t feel any shame. And I should have. How is what he did any different from George? Is it because I wanted him before? I’ve always been attracted to Titan, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s a prick.
“Here.” She hands me her cell and the business card that GiGi had given us. “Put that into GPS. Might as well figure out what the hell it is.”
I look down at it. It’s a flat black card with nothing written on it besides an address. I type it in. “It says it’s ten miles from here.”
“Okay.” She reaches over and turns up the volume. “Like Lovers Do,” by Hey Violet fills the small car.
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“You sure this is it?” she asks as we pull up to an abandoned warehouse.
“Yeah,” I say, double-checking what I put in her phone matches what the card says.
She parks in the front row, and we get out. Going up to the double doors, I push one open, and we step inside.
“No fucking way,” she says in awe, looking over the massive space.
“Hello, ladies.” A woman comes up to us dressed in a black business suit with a white button-down. Her dark hair is up in a tight bun, and she has a smile on her face. Her dark brown eyes do a quick sweep over us as if assessing us. “Do you have your card?” she asks.