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“You wanted it, MG. You want me. Tell me you don’t.”
I don’t say a word.
“Go ahead. Tell me. I want to hear it.”
I can’t, and he knows it.
“You want me, and you’ll want this.”
I eye him warily. I’m naked. I don’t have clothes. I’m essentially at his mercy. And I think I hate Jac Miller more than I hate Hendrick Agnossio for putting me in this situation.
“Want what?” I ask.
He gets on the bed and pulls me to him.
“This.”
FOURTEEN
HENDRICK
Magdalena was meant to call me right after she delivered the note. I lied about the alarm. I had a car for her, waiting, but she ignored it. Instead, she headed out on foot in the rain. I know because the driver called, and I made him follow.
She dismantled whatever alarm he had because my driver told me no one opened the gates, that she did. And then she walked right up to Jac’s, and banged on the door.
The driver left on my orders.
And now…I don’t know where she is.
Yes, I do.
She’s fucking Jac.
That bothers me more than I want to admit.
I know she’s been fucking Jac. Mainly because it’s a total Jac move. Manipulate with his cock.
Rubbing a hand over my eyes, I sit at the Aldon desk in the mansion. It’s going on seven a.m. and I’m fucking beyond disappointed she ignored my text at five a.m., telling her to come here.
She knows I’ve got the necklace, and she’s the kind to get wet and orgasm over such a thing. I saw her touch the table, I noted the way she took in the Picasso. It’s not just knowing the worth, she’s got an eye for the rare and the sublime, the coveted. And I’m betting jewelry turns her all the way on.
I know because she’s a woman made to be draped in jewels and she doesn’t wear them.
If she does, they’ll be something like the Heart of Dark Desires, so ostentatious and over the top in the worth and beauty and sheer sensual nature of them. Or it’ll be something small and seemingly worthless.
Except to her.
Magdalena’s that kind of woman. Private statements when it comes to jewels. She appreciates the nature of them.
I don’t have a collection. It’s not my thing. Just the necklace and the ring she didn’t take. I wonder if she wanted to.
That and the other ring. But I keep that for other reasons. Not to do with family.
The diamond isn’t big or fancy. It’s worth a shit ton, and it’s exquisite, but it’ll also be obvious to someone like her that it’s worth way more than the karats. I really don’t think about it anymore. It lives in its own private mausoleum of the safe at that house. It actually took me by surprise when I put the letter in there. I’d forgotten all about it.
I check my phone again and glare at Damon as he comes in. He doesn’t knock. But he’s damn lucky I don’t tend to carry a gun. I can do enough damage without one and when I do…well, that’s one hell of a statement.
The man sets down a China cup in duck egg blue in front of me and takes a sip from the other one. I raise a brow at him as the scent of strong Colombian coffee rises.
