Close Your Eyes And Never Let Go
Jade
Iknocked on the front door of my father’s house at exactly seven in the evening. My hair was in a loose up-do and I wore a black silk dress, mostly because I felt safe in black around my father.
But also…it was strategic. I wore a dress because I had something inside me, and if shit hit the fan, I needed to have easy access.
Holy.
Fucking.
Shit.
This was all Alex’s fault.
My cum will run down your thighs…so you remember who you belong to.
His fingertips were imprinted on my skin. His voice echoed in my ears. His love, his life, his energy…it was within me.
Right after he fucked the living daylights out of me, he pushed a vibrator inside me that he was going to control remotely.
While I was having dinner with my father.
My life was amazing.
My father swung the door open and forced a small smile, like always. It had been a week since Xavier figured out that Alex and I were together. Did he tell my father? I had no idea. I expected my dad to absolutelyragethis whole week, but he’d said nothing after his lunch with Xavier. He was exactly the same as always.
Was he truly oblivious? It seemed so. It was too risky to make any sudden changes, so while I dutifully showed up at work every day, Alex stayed in my apartment and sifted through the digitized evidence the police had on The Nightcrawlers, deleting anything he could without raising suspicions.
As predicted, Julian opened the photo I sent him the same day we had coffee together, and ever since then, Alex had access to everything that was in the possession of the police department.
I set the dining table at my father’s house, acutely aware of the little black device inside me. Just as I thought about Alex, another knock sounded on the front door.
Without missing a beat, my father walked past me and toward the front door, swinging it open and inviting someone in.
“Xavy! So good of you to join us.”
I twisted back, thinking I must have misheard.
No…it couldn’t have been.
“Seb, thanks for the invite.”
But it was. Xavier stepped in, his cold eyes finding me right away. The bouquet of flowers in his hands was so incongruent with his personality.
“Jade.” He strolled closer. “These are for you.”
I stood there with a plate still in my hands, refusing to believe my ears and eyes. Was my father oblivious, or did he hate me? Was I a pawn to him? Did he want to hurt me? Was he hoping Xavier would actually kill me this time?
“Take them.” Xavier outstretched his hand with the flowers, but I couldn’t move.
“Jade, don’t be rude,” my father said once he stepped into the dining room. Rude? Oh, I wasn’t rude, I was fuming.
Instead of indulging them both, I set the plate down and turned away, taking fast steps into the kitchen and abandoning them in the dining room.
I could get through this.
But just as that thought crossed my mind, a low vibration started inside me. I halted mid-step.
