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Though something told me that man had not taken one uncalculated step in his life from the moment he took his first breath.
Wolfe demanded my presence at dinner every day. Never in person, though, but through Ms. Sterling.
I continuously refused.
When he sent one of his bodyguards for me, I locked myself in the bathroom and refused to come out until Ms. Sterling physically kicked the burly man away.
When Wolfe stopped sending food—something that made Ms. Sterling raise her voice to piercing levels in the kitchen even though he didn’t budge—I laughed maniacally because I wasn’t eating anyway.
Finally, on the third day, Keaton graced me with his regal presence, standing at my doorway with his eyes narrowed to slits of cold menace.
Wolfe looked taller and gruffer than I remembered. Clad in a sharp bright navy suit, he was armed with a sardonic smirk that showed no trace of happiness.
Light amusement danced across his otherwise dark eyes. Couldn’t blame him. I was starving to death here, trying to prove a point he couldn’t care less about.
But I had no choice.
I didn’t have my cell phone, and though Mama had called the landline each day to make sure I was okay, I knew by the shallow and even breaths in my ear that Ms. Sterling was listening to our conversations.
Even though she cared about my physical well-being, my guess was she was still Team Wolfe all the way.
The pleas, the plans, and the promises to be good—to be the greatest daughter in Chicago—if my parents demanded I return sat on the tip of my tongue.
I wanted to ask about Angelo and if Dad was doing anything to try to get me back, but all I did was answer her worried questions with yes and no.
I pretended to smooth the fabric of my blanket over me and stare at my legs as I ignored him.
“Nemesis,” he drawled with lazy cynicism that somehow—somehow—still managed to stab somewhere deep inside me. “Care to wrap your bones in something a little more dignified than pajamas? We’re going out tonight.”
“You are going out tonight. Unless you’re taking me back to my parents’, I’m staying here,” I corrected.
“Whatever possesses you to think this outing is optional?”
He braced the top of the doorframe with his arms, his dress shirt riding up and revealing muscular abs, dusted with dark hair.
He was such a man, and that threw me off. I was still in that tattered seam between a woman and a teenager, neither here nor there.
I hated all the leverage he had on me.
“I’ll run away,” I threatened idly.
Where would I go?
I knew my father would send me right back to Wolfe’s arms. He knew that, too. This was my glorified prison. Silky sheets and a senator as my future husband.
Pretty lies and devastating truths.
“With what energy, exactly? You can barely crawl, let alone run. Wear the dark green dress. The one with the slit.”
“So I can impress your perverted old politician friends?” I huffed, tossing my hair behind my shoulder.
“So you can impress your dramatically underwhelmed future husband.”
“Not interested, thank you.”
“Your parents will be there.”
That made me perk up in an instant—another thing I hated. He had all the power. All the information. The bigger picture.
