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CHAPTER35
Savannah
Sunlight penetrates through my eyelids,and I force my putty-like muscles to roll over. Blessedly, the blinding lights dim with the motion, and I fall back asleep.
* * *
I stepoff the ledge of a firepit…and jerk awake.
“Shit,” I groan, flopping onto my back.
I need to pee so bad my stomach aches.
Making myself get out of bed, I feel the aches of being a thirty-something who slept too long as I go through the process of getting ready for the day.
Note to self, only hang out with those three when I want to be blitzed for the rest of the night.
It’s when I’m in the closet, tugging on a pair of leggings under my big sleep shirt, that I start to remember all the details.
King giving me a piggyback.
King acting all snappy when he thought I was wearing another man’s shirt.
King’s…oh god, did I touch his dick after calling it a thing?
Still standing in the closet, I drop my forehead against the doorframe.
Nicely done, Savannah.
I should probably go apologize to him. And I should definitely shower since I spent half of last night laying in the grass, soaking up the campfire smell. But first, I need coffee.
So, I’ll head to the kitchen first, to wake myself up, then I’ll find my way back to King’s office.
It’s not until I’m walking down the hallway that I realize how easily I’ve forgotten about the whole kidnapping thing.
There’s a part of me that can’t stop wondering how bad King really is. He says he’s bad. Told me he helps run some criminal organization.Whatever that means. And I know he killed Lee. But Lee, sorry,Leland, was also bad. So, does that make what King did less bad? Though King did basically threaten everyone I’ve ever known. Except…he never actually did threaten them, did he? He just showed me photos, which is fucked up and creepy. But he never specifically saidif you don’t marry me, I’ll kill your cousin. Because I’m sort of doubting that he would.
He did make me give up my house, but in exchange I’m now living in a mansion with the most glorious art studio I’ve ever seen.
So, basically, I’m fucked. Because I’m starting to like my husband.
A yawn comes on so hard I have to stop walking. And while I’m stopped, I hear the approaching steps down below.
I’m near the top of the main stairs, but happened to stop just short of the end of the hallway. So, I’m hidden behind the edge of the wall.
It was unintentional, and I’m opening my mouth to call out to King, assuming it’s him, when his voice bounces up the stairs.
“What?” King’s voice sound’s annoyed as his footsteps come to a halt. “I thought the shipment of girls wasn’t supposed to come in until next week?”
Girls?
What does he mean girls?
King’s quiet, and I picture him pressing his phone to his ear.
My breaths start coming faster, and I press a hand over my mouth.
“Do we have the men ready?”
