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I was still the same child, running away or running toward something, anything, that would assure me. That was what I thought I’d find at home. Except for the first time in my life, going to my parents hadn’t been consoling. The roles were reversed, and even though my mom denied it, they both needed me to look after them.
Paul climbed in and shut the door, seated close enough to touch, making my pulse speed up again. He positioned his body toward me, giving me the full impact of his presence and attention.Concentrate.
The car started to move, and we rode in silence for a few minutes before stopping.
“Gunnar crossed the line with you.”
I folded my arms. “Crossing the line means there was a limit. What part of the line was too much? Humiliating me because my family is poor? Or was it him insinuating that I’m worth more because I’m hot and only have sex to offer?”
His eyes flashed and his nostrils flared. “Gunnar has a death wish. He was more emotional than I’d seen him in a while. We’ll have a talk after we both calm down. I promise he’ll never mistreat you again.”
“He’s emotional? You’ll have a talk?” I snorted. “Oh, that’ll show him.”
“Gunnar’s doing what he’s hired to do. He’s a litigation vulture. He exploits weakness to win. Him pushing you out was his way of saving you. He’s an asshole but harmless, I promise you.”
But assholes work out well for business.Gunnar was comfortable hurting me because he was secure in his job. Paul wasn’t going to get rid of him or he’d have said it.He’s family, I’m not.
My face burned and I turned toward the window. “Don’t bother wasting your talk on me. Gunnar was very thorough in spelling things out because I’m slow. I’m pretty, but not someone you’d ever get serious about. That’s why you chose to make me your kept woman—”
“That’s absolute bullshit—”
“You didn’t make an arrangement with Aubrey. She was poor, but she was a sweet violinist from Julliard; she had talent. I’m your whore because I’m only good enough for sex—”
“You’re not a whore, Nadia.”
“Oh, I am. Apparently, I’m a high-priced one, but a whore all the same.”
I unfastened my seat and moved to the L-shape row of seats across from him.
“What are you doing?” Paul hissed. But I didn’t care.
I clasped the zipper on the front of my dress and dragged it down, exposing my bare breasts. “Are you ready for your present, Mr. Crane?”
“Stop it, Nadia,” Paul demanded in a sharp tone.
“Why? Because you didn’tcommandit?” I chided.
He pressed the intercom. “Please, park in the garage. Thank you.”
My conscience warned me that I’d gone too far. Paul doesn’t have to put up with a tantrum. I was replaceable, yet, I couldn’t stop myself. I took the dress off, dumped it by my feet, and kicked off my heels. Then, I glared at Paul defiantly.
He stared straight ahead and didn’t say a thing.
I furrowed my brows and put my leg on the seat over his thigh so he could see the silk stockings. He glanced my way, and I gaped my thighs, tugging on the tear-shaped opening below my clit. “That’s right, look at it, Paul. You own it. It’s yours. Or has your fascination faded already?”
Paul lightly pushed my foot off the seat. “Stop hurting yourself and stop trying to make me help you do it.”
I guffawed. “You and Gunnar must have had a laugh together when I told you I’m in love with you?” The pain of my words hit me square in the chest, and I ran out of breath, my voice wavering. I opened my mouth to say more, but Paul was intentionally ignoring me. He had closed himself off.I’m making a fool out of myself.
My face burned, and I reached for the dress, but Paul was quick to leave his seat and clasped my wrist. “No. You took it off, now you need to ask me when you can put it back on,” he said in an authoritative tone—a cool flex of his dominance.
Before, I was upset, but with his full attention on me now, I felt vulnerable. Yet, at the same time, a sense of contentment came over me. I let the dress go. I was also so wet I could feel my clit throbbing. So desperate for him to touch it.
“Come, let me hold you.” He sat next to me and ran his hand down my arm.
I stared at the goosebumps on my skin, but I didn’t reach for him like I wanted to.
“I know you want it because I feel it and want to give it to you. It’s our bond.”
