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“Jett— I thought I told you not to call me until you had Katie on the boat.”
Disgust clawed at the back of my throat at Mason’s slur, and I could picture him sitting in his recliner, a beer in one hand and several empties on the floor.
“I’m not Jett, Mason.”
He sputtered and choked on his beer, and I leaned into Brandon’s side heavily. “Stop trying to find me. Call Jett off. Disappear. Or I’m coming for you, and you, of all people, know that it won’t end well for you.”
“Katie! Yo-you’re not on the island?” He soundedshocked.
I wondered how I let this awful piece of trash have so much control over me for so long. Now that I was out from under Mason’s thumb, he seemed so weak and stupid. He reacted the way I expected him to, ignoring what I said to chuff angrily.
“I’m not letting you walk away from me! I made you what you are, damnit! You owe meeverything!”
“Let’s settle this once and for all, Mason. Be at the mini golf course on Bragdon Ave. in an hour and I’ll do what I’veachedto do for a long, long time.” I hung up, and Brandon cast me a frown under red-rimmed eyes as he took the phone from me. “Please don’t try to call the police or anything.”
“I’ve given up making decisions, but I think this one is a stupid one, Katie.”
I clenched and released my jaw as Brandon tightened his grip on me, but true to his word, he kept his mouth shut. The tension in him was palpable in the air, and I rubbed my belly as I glared at a crease in the reflective panels of the elevator. We were out of options, and this was our only shot.
One chance... I had one chance to take Mason down, and failure wasn’t an option.
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A taste of Buried Obsession…
“Mr. Kane will be right with you, Madam,” the servant who had brought her into the parlor said.
Camila barely heard, or noticed that the man had left already. She was looking around the room with fascination, interested particularly in the art pieces that adorned the walls. Her eyes fell on one particular painting, tastefully done, and she wondered if she knew the painter. She’d been an art major in college, after all, even though her focus was mainly on photography, she still got to learn plenty about all forms of art.
Her mind drifted back to what she’d learned about the man she was about to have coffee with. A billionaire playboy, who seemed as straight laced as they came when she’d met him for their interview and hardly the womanizer the internet and rag mags had made him out to be. It was the main reason she was here, in his home. To discover the conundrum that was Samuel Kane, despite her mother’s warnings not to get involved with him. She couldn’t resist coming to meet him because he intrigued her in a way no other man ever had.
“You’re here.”
The voice came from behind her, and it was the same as before, low and deep, and even from a distance away, it made her insides tighten and her heart flutter. Slowly, Camila turned around, and she saw him. Samuel Kane, in all his glory, descending a spiral staircase as if he was some sort of prince, with one hand on the railing.
Something is different,she thought, even before she saw him. His voice sounded a lot livelier than their first meeting, too, but seeing how he looked was an even bigger surprise.
She didn’t have anything against the look he’d had on when they met last time. It was modest, but chic, though still, nothing that popped out too much. The man in front of her might as well have been a different person.
Since he was above her coming down, she eyed him from his feet, and the blue sneakers he was wearing were particularly eye-catching. His long legs were encased in dark jeans that were loose around the calves, but tight around his thighs, and she even noted a few artificial rips. The only thing recognizable on him was the white t-shirt, and over it he had a black blazer, with a blue scarf hung loosely around his neck, along with a few silver and gold chains. On one wrist, he had several leather and silver bands, and on the other wrist he had a gold watch, not to mention the silver and gold rings on his fingers.
The biggest shocker for her, still, was seeing him smiling. It was as if he’d turned from the reserved ex-soldier she’d met to a peacock, and she could feel her eyes widening and jaw dropping in her surprise.
“I trust your drive here was uneventful?” he said, arching an eyebrow, a corner of his mouth raising a bit higher, and she could feel her heart skip a beat. “You’re a bit earlier than I expected, there was hardly enough time to finish preparing, but I can't say I’m disappointed.”
After a few seconds, she found her voice.
“H-hi,” she stuttered, her face warming up even more. “Uh, the drive was…nice. Thank you for sending a car to me, but I could have found the place fine if you’d left me with directions…”
“But where’s the point in that?” Samuel said, an eyebrow jumping up, his look turning a little flirtatious. “I like to spoil the women I like, and I wouldn’t have invited you here if I didn’t like you.”
He’d already reached the bottom of the steps, and Camila could only watch as he walked even closer to her. He was so much more friendly and charming, compared to before, that she didn’t know what to do with herself. So she just stood there dumbly, watching him get ever closer, with her hands holding onto her clutch purse in front of her and her heart beating so fast in her chest, she thought it wanted to escape.
“You look absolutely amazing,” Samuel said, his voice dropping down an octave.
As if she wasn’t already taken in before, she really thought she would swoon with that low tenor in his voice. She wondered what it would feel like, to have him call her name like that, and felt her breath hitch in her throat. Even if he was just playing with her, she didn’t think she would refuse him, and she wondered if that was the secret behind the rumors, how he could be known as a womanizer and still be so popular with women.
