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NOLAN
My body aches in the most glorious of ways when I wake in the morning. I roll over, stretching while mentally reliving the hottest fuck of my life. I was wrong... this is bliss.
I could have continued in that same perfect moment if I hadn’t ever touched my phone. The moment the screen lit, I saw the notification and my heart dropped. I tapped the screen and held it up to recognize my face then waited with bated breath as my bank page loaded.
Deposit.
I don’t know the account number. Normally, we store each client with their respective information. This is anything but normal. First, the deposit went into my personal account, not the business account. Second... I curse when I read the note that accompanied the deposit.
For services rendered.
That son of a bitch.
I weigh my options, deciding on how to play this, because I’d be a fool to see this as anything other than his move in this game of wits. I can almost picture him mouthing the word check.
I’ve got news for you, buddy. The game isn’t over until checkmate, and I refuse to be trapped. I run through my options, considering what I know about King and how I think he’ll react. In the end, I choose to ignore it altogether and go on like nothing has changed. He either sent the money to push me away, or he’s trying to get a rise out of me. I won’t accept either of those outcomes. King had the chance to let me go. He could have played this a number of other ways, and he chose to stalk me, tease me, and fuck me senseless.
He’s mine now.
He just doesn’t know it yet.
Climbing from the bed is an act of will. I plug the tub and turn on hot water before dripping some eucalyptus bath salts into the water. Dropping the robe from my shoulders and hanging it on the door, I see the bruises across my hips for the first time. My skin flushes as the memory of his hands digging into my flesh burns through my mind.
The hot water clears my mind and relaxes my abused body.
When I step out of the tub, my mind is made up. I will pretend nothing has changed when King inevitably shows up again. Dropping the towel, I pull some leggings and a T-shirt from the dresser, sliding them on. My hair falls in limp, wet waves down my back.
Sitting on the bed, I grab my phone and take a screenshot of the deposit to send to Carley. She isn’t going to believe this shit. When I open my photo app to send the picture, all thoughts of King disappear. Next to the photo I just took is a video I don’t recognize. Clicking on it, I’m forced into stunned silence that is quickly followed with a sharp jab of fear. I glance around the room, looking for the person who could have taken the video, relieved to find the room empty.
Holding my breath, I swipe over, and my blood runs cold.
Erin.
No. No. No.
Standing, I slip my phone into the waist of my leggings and slide my feet into the first shoes I find then rush for the door. Beside the door, a note is taped to the wall. Even if I had managed to force myself to believe whoever did this wasn’t in my home, the note on the wall would ruin that. Snatching it off the wall, I step through the door and lock it behind me.
My first instinct is to go straight to the police. I’m halfway through the lobby when I realize I can’t do that. If I go to the police, my dad will find out and then he will start asking questions that I don’t want to answer.
King.
He will know how to handle this. And if for some reason he isn’t able to, then I will go to the police station. If I have to choose between losing Erin or my father learning the truth, then I will tell him everything. As long as she is okay. I crumple the note in my hand and rush to my car.
Instincts have me driving to the club. It was the last place I saw him, and I hope he is still there. If not, I hope someone who has a way to get in touch with him is.
The scenery passes in a blur of tears. My thoughts are on repeat.
Please let Erin be okay.
Chapter Ten
KING
If I thought telling myself to forget Nolan would work, I was wrong. She’s my first thought when I wake in the morning. The scent of her perfume still clings to my skin. My cock is rock hard. I pull it free of my pants and grip it in my hand. Closing my eyes, I picture Nolan leaning against the desk, her legs spread wide, her pussy gleaming, begging me to take it.
I pump my fist up and down my cock, imagining slamming into her with each pass. The orgasm takes me by surprise. It flashes through me, my balls tightening and toes curling as wet, hot cum shoots onto my stomach.
Fuck.
