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As she walks to the door, I take in every detail from the corner of my eye. Her shoulders are pulled back, and she walks straight, careful to hide that her legs are shaking. An uncomfortable feeling spears through me when she reaches the door. Is she going back to that hotel? What if her appetite now sharpened, she does end up hooking up with some guy?
I knew she hadn't actually taken any of the guys she drunkenly tried to hook up with to bed. She couldn’t bring herself to let anyone touch her after The Rite, no matter how shit-faced she got. What turned her off the most was when they got all touchy-feely, sweet, and kissy. I know because I had a number of spies who sent me footage.
“Be at the hotel bar tomorrow night.” The words leave my mouth just as the door opens.
“Why?” she throws over her shoulder.
“Because I’ll make a public claim on you so everyone gets the message loud and clear.”
“What message?”
My muscles flex with adrenaline.
“That you are mine.”
CHAPTER II
Sirenna
“He did what?” Mia shrieks over the table back at Starbucks.
“Shhhh.” I look around, barely refraining from slapping a hand over her mouth to keep her quiet. I downed two calorie-heavy Frappuccinos just to stop shaking and get myself in a state where I could speak. Then I blurted out what happened in hushed breaths before a group of giggling students took the table beside us, one of the girls eying me curiously before she whispered something to the others. They must have witnessed my interaction with the security guy.
I pull out my phone and turn on the selfie camera to make sure that I don’t still have cum around my mouth. I guess I could blame it on the Frappuccinos, but still. Damn, I need another rush of sugar.
“The guy is more of a bastard than I thought,” Mia whispers. “You should have let me go to Declan. We should have turned to Jax, too. I can’t believe that you chose to whore yourself out to this guy instead of letting me involve them!” She bangs a fist on the table, rattling the cups and drawing more attention. At least she’s got her back half-turned to the girls, so they don’t recognize her as the rising talk-show host star, Mia Rogers, but I can tell from the fierce look on her face that all she wants to do is turn around and ask if they don’t have something better to do than eavesdrop.
“We can’t talk here,” I say. Too many prying ears. “Come on, let’s go.”
But the moment we stand up, a man cuts in our way.
A chauffeur, complete with a black cap and gloves.
“Mrs. Carter, allow me to introduce myself,” he says. “My name is Luke, and I will be driving you wherever you need to go from now on.”
“What?” I mutter. “I don’t understand.”
