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After my panic attack, Barrett tried to get me to talk to him about what caused it, but I couldn't. I'm not ready to open up, and I don't know what they'll do when they find out the truth. Maxton died at my father's hand, and I did nothing to stop it. Will they realize it was all my fault and use me as revenge? Will they want to kill me to get back at my father? I’m the reason they will never get to meet him. I let them continue to have hope, and it eats at me every day, but I'm terrified of what will happen once the truth is out.
I know they're getting impatient because it's being brought up in conversation almost every other day. Each time I hear his name, my heart races, the panic takes over, and I’m almost thrown into another attack. It takes everything in me to calm down. I know at some point, they’ll get tired of waiting for me to talk and force me to tell them, but this is my story, and I will tell it in my own time. I need to make sure I develop enough of a connection with at least Kyler and Barrett before I do so that when the truth is finally revealed, they are less inclined to want to hurt me.
I've started focusing on getting to know them and spending quality time with them. Barrett spends a lot of time at the gym working out and hitting the bags, so I've made a point of joining him. The first few days, I watched him while I ran on the treadmill. It's never a bad idea to ensure you have enough stamina to run for at least an hour at a time if needed. Since then, he's started teaching me some basic kickboxing moves.
I often find myself getting distracted by him not wearing a shirt, and he takes advantage of that, knocking my ass right to the mat. The way the sweat drips down his torso to the deep V of his pelvis should be illegal. Every time he catches me looking, he grins like he won some kind of award. He’s still fully convinced I am going to beg him to fuck me, but I don't need to. Kyler goes above and beyond to handle my needs.
Days with Kyler are usually spent at the pool. He swims like a fish and loves seeing me in a swimsuit. I've started wearing the other suits he bought me because I can't always wear the same one. I want to show off for him.
Sometimes, I forget I'm technically here against my will when I'm with him. He's so different from any man I've ever met. He’s sweet and cuddly like a teddy bear, but the kind of teddy bear who gets a kick out of stalking you, watching you sleep, and calling you his good girl. My insides melt every time he tells me I'm his good girl.
I've never had the kind of sexual freedom I feel with Kyler. When I was with Julian, it always felt like something was missing. He would take what he needed from me but never made sure that I was fully satisfied. Kyler is the complete opposite. He makes sure I find release at least once before he does. It's like he knows how to read my body like music and plays it like his own personal instrument.
How am I supposed to return to my normal life after all this? I told myself that sleeping with him was my way of trying to draw him in to catch feelings, but somewhere along the way, that all changed. I continued doing it because I craved him. He's become a sort of addiction that I'm not sure how I am going to live without.
I should feel bad that Julian is likely still wondering where I am, but I don't. When Kyler told me that he waited an entire week before looking for me, resentment ate at me, and I had a realization. Life with him was never the life I was meant to have. I loved the idea of him, more than anything, a normal life with a nice guy. My father would eat him alive.
It was a nicebubble to live in, but once I’m free from this place, I’ll move on like I've done so many times before. I just have to find a way to contact Avery to see if she still wants to join me.
Today is a gym day, and Barrett walks into the room, gloves already on. I look over at him, grinning. Today’s the day I am going to get a cheap shot on him. I just know it. He's obviously better than me, but I've made some good progress, and I plan on using my assets to distract him. I’m bored, so why not spice things up.
"Want to make a wager today?" I ask him, and he looks up at me questioningly. Shit, he knows I’m up to something.
"What sort of wager?" he asks cautiously.
"How about this? If I can get one good shot on you that you don't expect, then I win, but if you can block me, then you win."
He grins, stepping so close to me that he is able to run his nose along my neck. "Oh, princess, this sounds fun. What do I get when I win?"
"You doubt me that much?" I ask, with a renewed sense of determination burning in me at the chance to prove him wrong.
His mouth comes up next to my ear, and he whispers, "When I win, I want you to beg for it."
My cheeks flush, and shivers run down my entire body. What have I gotten myself into? I should’ve seen this coming. Of course, this is what he wants. He’s been teasing me since the day we met. Every time I sleep in bed with him, he runs his hands all over me, working me up, but he never finishes the job. I've come close to caving a fewtimes, but I've been too stubborn to admit he's right. I want to beg him. I want him to wreck me like I know only he is capable of.
I nod at him. "If you win, I'll beg." The look on his face is a mixture of shock and excitement. I just gave him all the fuel he needed. "If I win, I want a date."
"A date?" he questions.
"Yes, a date. Somewhere outside of these damn walls that I’ve been staring at. I want to go out and have a nice meal somewhere. It can be just the two of us or all four of us if that makes you feel better. I don't care." I see the way his mind is processing the information, gears turning as I try my best to keep my face as innocent-looking as possible. This could be my chance to get away from them before they find out the truth about Maxton.
"Fine, but I'm only agreeing because I know you have zero chance of winning." A smug smile crosses his face.
I take my stance, waiting for him to move first. My body relaxes as I bounce a few times, bending at the knee. I bring my arms up and tuck my chin down to peer over my gloves. He takes a similar position, and we begin our little dance around each other. He doesn't make the first move, so I do. I just need one good hit.
I begin my basic footwork. Step left, drag, step right, drag, pivot, jab, jab, jab, pivot. Every move I make, he blocks with ease. I let out a breath and try to slide to my right, hoping to catch him off guard, but that doesn't work either. I swing my right arm in an attempt to upper-cut him, and he slidesback and to the side, making my swing completely useless. He lightly jabs me in the chest, pushing me back, and then wraps his arms around me and spins me around so that my back is pinned to his stomach.
He leans down and whispers in my ear, "You're going to look so good on your knees begging me to fuck you princess."
I push off of him and sneer. My mind processes his every step while I try to formulate my next move, but I don't get the chance. His words were enough to rattle me, and seconds later, I am flat on my back with him over top of me. He won, and he knows it. I only have myself to blame for this.
Chapter 21
Barrett
I've been anticipating hearing her sweet mouth begging for me for weeks. Those perfect pouty lips are just waiting to be wrapped around my cock. After we finished our match, I told her to run upstairs, shower, and be waiting for me in my bed naked. I went straight to the downstairs bathroom to wash up before meeting her there. I want her to sweat it out a little bit.
She was trying to pull a fast one on me with her innocent 'let's go on a date' but I wasn't fooled. Before heading up to see if she can follow directions, I swing by the kitchen to grab some water. If everything goes the way I have planned in my head, she’ll need to hydrate afterward. When I walk in, she’s wandering around doing exactly the opposite of what I told her to do.
