Page 17 of Restrain Me


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I haven’t been on one in months, but I want to hear what rules he expects me to follow.

“You’re not seeing anyone right now.”

“I can be asked out at any moment,” I argue.

“If that happens, the man will be vetted thoroughly. Once I’m satisfied that he isn’t a threat, you’ll be allowed to go out with him.”

My eyebrow rises. “With you joining us?”

“Yes.”

My eyes narrow again. “I don’t do threesomes.”

There’s a flicker of annoyance in Max’s intense gaze, but he doesn’t comment on what I just said.

The atmosphere is tense, and knowing nothing I say will get a reaction out of him, I walk away and head to my bedroom to change into comfortable clothes.

I know I should count my blessings, but my controlled life is becoming unbearable. It’s monotonous and tiring.

The shitty part is that I understand why every single detail of my life is so controlled by my father and now Max as well.

But still, I wish there was more to life than rules and an endless list of events I have to attend.

I wish there were spontaneity and excitement.

I wish there was…more.

Chapter 6

Max

It’s been a shit week since I started guarding Camille.

It’s clear she’s taken great offense to my observation that she doesn’t like to do chores, because she’s kept the penthouse fucking spotless since.

Not once has she gone out to take photos but instead spends all her time between her bedroom and the darkroom.

Besides greeting each other in the morning and her making sure I eat, we hardly interact.

She’s unhappy, and I’m the cause.

Ask me how to torture and kill, and I’ll be able to carry a conversation for hours. But interacting withnormalpeople is fucking hard.

I’m used to violence, not codling a woman.

Killing for a living has dulled my emotions and made me anti-social as fuck. Camille’s from a different world where she has to socialize often. I know my hard exterior is what’s cause the rift between us, but I don’t know how to fix it.

Still, it could take weeks, if not months, before the threat has been dealt with. Camille can’t live like this. At some point, she’s going to lose her shit.

If the tense atmosphere bothers me, it must drive her insane.

You committed to guarding this woman when you met with Nikolai on his island. There’s no backing out until she’s safe.

She has to attend Sophie Renoir’s birthday party tonight, so she’ll at least get out of the penthouse.

When we get home, I’ll have to sit her down and clear the air between us. If that’s even possible.

I’m waiting in the living room when I hear Camille’s bedroom door open. My eyes lift to the hallway, and when she appears, every muscle in my body tightens.

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