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I downed the last of my beer and sat my cup on the bar before turning back to her. I leaned against it and crossed my arms over my chest. “And exactly why would I do this for you? Don’t get me wrong, I’ve enjoyed our little games in the past. They were fun. But this? This sounds like it’s going to require sometime. Someeffort. Getting under someone’s skin is easy, but going catastrophic? That requires a lot of planning. I have a lot of shit to focus on this year. So, tell me… What’s in it for me? And it better be good, or I’m not biting. I’ve got better shit to do with my time.”
She inhaled deeply and blew it out hard. For several moments, she stared at the ceiling while making a rather annoyed expression. “This.Thisis what I was nervous about.”
I smiled. “Oooh!I see! So, you already anticipated this, huh?”
“Yes.”
“Then that means you came prepared.” I stood up straight and clapped my hands together. “Alright. Let’s have it. What was the grand prize you came up with that you thought was good enough to win me over?”
She looked at me, one of her eyebrows raised. “Me.”
Shock rolled across my face again, my brows raising. “I’m sorry, what? You? You how? I’m going to need you to explain. Ingraphicdetail, if you don’t mind.”
“Uuugh, God!” she groaned out. “I do. I do mind.”
She paused before taking a step closer. She put both of her hands on my chest and looked into my eyes. Her expression was sarcastic and annoyed, but it also revealed something I’d waited a long time to see.
Defeat.
“If you do this for me,” she started, leaning in so her tits pressed against my chest. “I’ll submit. I’ll play your little game. I’ll be your little toy.”
“For how long?” I asked. “Because a single night won’t do. This job could take days, weeks, or even months. I don’t know a fucking thing about this girl, but ifyouhaven’t been able to get rid of her?” I laughed. “Yeah. I’d have to guess she’s pretty fucking stubborn.”
She rolled her eyes again. I was impressed it had taken this long. “Sheis. I fucking hate her. Look, you tell me what you want.”
I thought for a moment, and I could feel her radiating with irritation. “Three months. I want you collared.Daily.”
Her eyes widened. “What? No. No way! I was thinking a couple of weeks.Three fucking months?Are you kidding me? Andcollared? I’m not a fucking dog, Damian.”
I shrugged, lifting my palms up as I did. “See, I would beg to differ. You’re here begging like one. You offered to submit like one. I’d say that makes you my pet. Three months. Take it or leave it. That’s the cost.”
Her nostrils flared. “Fine. Deal.”
I smiled. “Pleasure doing business with you. Now, if you would be so kind, please send me a photo and any information you have.”
She pulled her phone from her bra and unlocked it. Within seconds, my phone vibrated in my pocket.
“There’s her picture. I’ll write up what I know and email it to you.” She started to turn, but turned back. “You’re a real dick, you know that?”
I gave her a wide, sarcastic smile. “Yeah, and you’re about to getveryacquainted with that dick. I’m going to enjoy breaking you down. I need to think of a sexy dog name for you. Cujo? Cerberus? Hmm. I’ll have to get back to you on that.”
She grunted in anger and turned to stomp away. I laughed loudly and motioned for the guys to come back.
“That certainly looked interesting,” Asher said.
“Oh, yes. Yes, it was.” I pulled out my phone and opened her text message. “Wow,” I said as I looked over the photo. For a goth chick, that Temperance girl was smoking. I already couldn’t wait to meet her.
“What’s up?” Trent asked.
“Ah, yes. Well, Miss Harper has struck a deal. I need to absolutely obliterate someone for her, and she will be my broken little bitch for three months. She even agreed to be collared. She’s going to bereallypissed when I get her one with an actual chain ring on it and put one of those little bone-shaped nametags on it with the pet name I give her.”
“Who’s the target?” Asher asks.
“Some new girl.” I turned the phone around. “Her name is Temperance Wilder. The deal was for me to get under her skin, destroy her life, and make her hate it here so badly she leaves. Now that I’ve seen her, I think I might take some other liberties to breaking her along the way. She looks like she’d be lots of fun.”
Trent looked half drunk, with his glassy eyes, slouched and overly relaxed posture, and mild stumbling, but he also looked excited. He always found my extracurriculars amusing. Asher, on the other hand, looked mortified.
“What?” I asked. “You look like I killed your cat.”
