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Holly
Ican’t believe what just happened. Dexter Prince stood in that doorway and admitted I was a prisoner. He wants my informant’s name and yet how can I betray him? He’s family. It’s never going to happen because if I’ve learned one thing, he’s a sadistic bastard who gets off on this. The low blow about nobody missing me hit me hard.
He’s right. I have no one. My stepbrother has become an email and I can’t even remember what he looks like. He could pass me in the street and I’d walk on by. My father is so wrapped up in business he doesn’t surface for months on end and the last time I heard from him was two years ago before his tour of the Middle East. The only reason I know he’s alive is because his wife forwards me the part in his letters that asks how I am.
Thinking about his wife Amelia, my heart hardens. A woman with no regard for anyone other than her so-called friends and endless social life. She never had any time for her new husband’s daughter and had me bundled off to school for months on end, so she didn’t have to bother with me. Her son suffered the same treatment, which is why he’s so weird, probably.
Colton Jeffrey is the kind of guy you expect to see on America’s Most Wanted one day. Seriously creepy and totally weird, which is why it was such a shock when he offered to help with my career.
Thinking about him, I wonder why I feel the need to protect him like this. I should toss his name out there and gain my freedom, because he’s probably involved in serious shit, anyway.
But something about the way Dexter Prince demands answers by force riles me up. It’s no longer about the answers he needs, it’s him. I don’t want to break and give him what he wants because I’m a stubborn woman who likes a fight.
When he stood before me, I hated that my mouth watered at the sight of him. How can someone so fucked up be so attractive? It’s not fair, but just the sight of those strong arms holding the tray and the wicked glint in his eyes, made me want to please him. There was something so intoxicating about the gentle act of bringing me food himself and the dominant edge that made me wet. It interested me way more than it should because he’s like fire and ice all rolled into a sexy package of insanity.
I never thought I’d be that woman who craved a man caressing her cheek while staring deep into her eyes before demanding she takes her panties off. I’m almost disappointed he didn’t. In fact, he couldn’t look any more disinterested if he tried, which hurt. He thinks he’s better than me. Above me, that I’m worthless, an irritant that needs to be dealt with before lunch.
My stomach growls, reminding what a fucking idiot I am because that food made my mouth water almost as much as the man serving it.
Maybe I should lower my guard, eat the food, tell the man what he wants to know and go job hunting. At least I’d be free. I don’t owe Colton shit, but something is holding me back.
I’m left with my own thoughts churning in my head for the two hours he promised and this time when the door opens, I’m lying back on the bed staring at the ceiling as if the answer lies there.
For a moment he just stares and a shiver runs through me as his gaze lingers on my body, mainly my breasts, just a little longer than necessary and my own darts to the bulge in his pants that surely can’t be normal. I’m mildly curious to see for myself if it’s as big as it looks and as I tear my gaze upward, I’m met with a smirk and feel my cheeks burn.
“Are you ready to talk?”
“Are you ready to stop acting like a dumbass?”
He raises his eyes. “You really called me a dumbass.”
I nod, eyeing the tray hungrily. “If the description fits, live with it.”
Moving into an upright position, I stare at the tray that now holds a club sandwich with some potato chips and a large glass of juice and my mouth actually waters as he advances slowly. “So, the name I need, what is it?”
Raising my eyes, I stare into the pit of hell as I say sweetly, “It’s, go fuck yourself.”
He nods and steps back and then I watch the nice guy disappear as he slams the tray against the wall and the contents smash to the ground. The juice pools on the floor and the chips scatter as the sandwich smashes into the liquid. I could cry when I see the food I so badly need right now disintegrate before my eyes and Dexter advances and pulls me up and toward him with a roughness that strangely excites me. My mouth is dangerously close to his as he snarls, “Then eat your food from the floor like a dog because I’m done with playing nice. Tell me what I want to know or suffer even more humiliation. I’ve got the rest of my life. What about you?”
He pushes me back and storms from the room and as the door slams, I feel the tears build as the shock sets in. I’ve prodded the beast and he bites. Why am I so stupid and when will I ever learn?
He doesn’t come back.The hours roll past and the time drags interminably. I pace my cell and I’m ashamed to admit I eat what has survived from the floor. The only liquid I have is the bottle of water that he left earlier.
Left alone with my thoughts, I’ve decided I’m shit company. I’m going stir crazy and it’s not even twenty-four hours yet.
After what feels like days but is probably just several hours, the door opens and a man appears that catches me off-guard.
He isn’t surprised to see me and just looks me up and down, which instantly gets my back up and I feel fearful for what he may do.
Surely Dexter hasn’t sent him in to torture me, or worse. I wouldn’t put it past him and now I am immediately regretting being so stubborn.
“Miss. Bryant, please follow me.”
He nods respectfully and I stare at him in shock.
“What’s going on?”
“Just follow me.” He is cool and unemotional and I should really prefer this guy to Dexter, who scares the hell out of me but somehow excites me way more. My head is so scrambled right now because I wasn’t expecting this, but then my survival instinct kicks in and I sense my chance to escape. The door is open and freedom beckons—or death. It’s fifty-fifty right now and so I take a deep breath and head toward whichever one it is.
