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A fountain of white shoots from the tip of his cock as he throws his head back, muscles hard. He roars and the vibrator takes me to another place of bliss, gasping and calling for him, lost in this new world without much thought about the one I left behind.
The one I can’t leave behind.
As I start to come down, my mind drifts, I start to hum one of my songs. It’s about a young girl away from home, stumbling into the wrong place at the right time…
I’m drifting and lost when I hear James again. “Sing, baby. Sing for me.”
I shake my head. “No, I don’t like singing in front of people.”
“Not people. Me. Sing for Daddy. Like I’m the only person in the world.”
CHAPTER 11
James
I haven’t fucking slept. Not since she gave me that show last night with the purple toy.
My nerves are shot.
All I can think about is her. I want to see her. I need to see her. And as soon as the guys I hired to do the work get off their asses and do their fucking job, I will.
I check the tracking app on my phone, zooming in so I can see exactly where she is in the house. Even though I know where she is, I need to know where she is. At all times. That little white dot from the tracker under her skin is like looking at her, like watching her through a keyhole.
I’ve texted her about a hundred fucking times and laid into her ass when she didn’t answer right away. And now, I’m losing my fucking mind being so far away with her there alone.
“How fucking long?” I bark into the phone. “You need more money? Is this a shakedown? Because I’ll get you more. Fuck, just tell me how much you want and it’s yours.”
I just need it done. I need to see Nancy more than I need my next breath. If I don’t see her soon, I’ll blow this fucking planet up.
“I told you, this isn’t about the money. Jesus, just—”
I pace in the hotel room, almost pulling my hair out with my frustration. “Don’t get a fucking attitude with me. Just give me a number.”
“My guys are on it, they’ll have it all up and running in minutes. Trust me.”
Trust him? How can I fucking trust him? I don’t even know him, but his company came highly recommended. Discreet security installation, cameras set up fast. They even agreed not to let Nancy know what was really going on. All she knows is what I told her: that they’re here to update and test the existing security on my mom’s house.
“She was suspicious, okay? She wanted to know why we needed her to stay downstairs while we installed the new cameras.” Gus, the guy in charge of the security company, hums. “Mind if I ask what this is about? That your girl? You think maybe she’s cheating on you?”
“Shut the fuck up,” I growl. He says one more fucking word about her I’m going fly home and fucking turn his balls into earrings. “Just do your job.”
Yeah, what I’m doing right now is a bit over the top, but ask if I fucking care. I want to be sure my girl is safe and sound. And I have to see her whenever I want to. The idea of watching her sleep is giving me joy, calming my nerves. What if something happens to her and she can’t call me? What if she needs my help?
“Sure, but, you know, I have this guy.” Gus gets my attention. “Real discreet. If she’s screwing some big dick while you’re away—”
A growl rumbles my chest. “I’m two seconds from hopping on a plane and coming there to tear your head off and shit down your neck if you reference her cheating on me again. You don’t talk about Nancy like that. Ever. She’s a fucking angel…” I trail off as a message flashes up on my computer screen. “What’s this mean? It says ‘Please Stand By’.”
“That’s the system booting up. Shouldn’t be more than a few seconds now—”
I end the call.
Because the system is online, and I don’t want my senses sullied by his fucking voice.
It’s her. Jesus fucking Christ.
All she’s doing is sitting there in the living room, watching the TV and eating an apple while she tickles Taylor under the chin. But to me, it’s like I’m watching a fucking porno. My dick is instantly an iron rod inside my pants, weeping at the thought of getting inside her, of taking the place of that fucking apple.
“That’s all working fine,” I hear on the microphone, and realize the sound is coming from a different camera.
I switch the sound to her and listen to her singing along quietly as the theme tune to some soap opera I don’t recognize plays in the background.
