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As if those three words were the bat signal to the universe, his phone began to ring. He ignored it. It immediately started again.
On the third ring, he cursed and pulled out of me.
“I’ll be back.” He kissed my cheek and snatched his slacks up with his cell in them, shutting the door behind him. I laid down spent, feeling his come between my legs but not caring enough to move.
I thought back to that shitty diner and how easily I let him have me, how quick he was to take. What if I never let him fuck me in the bathroom? Hindsight.
I should have been more in-tune with what was going on around me.
Specifically, the phone call Mateo had just received. I naively thought it was just a regular business thing.
Had I known what was going to happen the second the call ended I would have ran. I would have left the whole damn city behind in a cloud of dust.
It’s truly amazing how calm it can be before the storm. That one damn phone call was the beginning of my sanity’s end.
It was the catalyst for how my life blew apart in fragments of glamour and heartache––blood and riches––obsession and addiction.
Chapter Fourteen
An insistent buzzing sound woke me up.
I wrapped my hand around my cell-phone and popped my head up to see who it was.
“Peyton.” I winced at the sound of my voice.
“Are you still in the suite?”
“Yes,” I croaked. “What’s wrong?” I asked, hearing the blatant worry in his voice. I saw the multiple text messages and missed calls on the notification pin.
“Meet me in the lobby, pronto,” he rushed out, hanging up on me.
I shoved the blanket off my naked body and stumbled around the room, redressing as fast as I could. Mateo not returning the night before was a hint that something was wrong.
My aching body screamed at me as I hauled ass to the lobby of the hotel. I was snagged by Melody and Peyton the second I stepped out of the elevator.
“What’s going on?” I asked, not missing the stares we were all getting.
“Um that’s a loaded question,” Melody replied, keeping a firm grip on my hand.
We made our way through the parking lot to Peyton’s Telsa––me taking shotgun.
“What’s going on?” I asked again, rolling down the window to let some heated air out.
“Look at this.” Peyton grabbed a manila folder off his dash and handed it to me. I flipped it open.
My brow wrinkled and my neck stiffened when it finally registered what I was looking at.
It was a deed. A copy of a deed to my parent’s estate with both mine and Mateo’s name on it, giving us joint ownership.
Before I could question it, another copied document joined it. This one was a promissory note with a sum that made my head spin and my name written beneath it.
“I was told to bring you straight to him, and if I didn’t, he would have you brought to him by his own methods.”
“I don’t––what the fuck is going on?” I flipped the folder shut.
“Did something happen last night?” Melody asked as Peyton pulled out of his parking spot.
“Besides great mind-blowing sex? No. Wait, he got a phone call, and then he never came back.”
