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A cold, icy chill drowns out the rest of my words.
Because Chris doesn’t have a mom. I remember exactly what he said. His parents died years ago.
Did he lie to me? Or did he lie to Michael?
“What is it, Kayla?” Michael’s concern is evidence. “What do you know?”
“Are you sure he said his mom was ill?”
“Yeah, why?”
I can hear his beastly breaths across the speaker.
“Because…”
Beside me, A squeezes the phone so tight, his knuckles turn white.
“Because he told me his parents are dead.”
The phone goes silent. Seconds trickle by.
“Michael?”
“Are you sure that’s what he said? You have to be sure, Kayla.”
“I—I’m sure.”
“Okay. Look, if he contacts you or anything, call me.” I hear him shuffling around like he’s in a hurry.
“Michael, you’re scaring me.”
“You don’t have to worry. Terrence is at your house already. If you look out the window, you’ll see his black SUV.”
Chris didn’t even tell him that I didn’t come home. I can’t shake this eerie feeling.
“I have to go,” he says. “If anything comes up, call me.”
“Sure, yeah.”
Click. A hangs up too and places the phone down.
“Did you kill him?” I ask him point-blank. “I need you to behonest with me.”
“No.” He shakes his head. “But he’s as good as dead. Now eat your food so I can take you home, and I swear to God, if you let the new one anywhere near you, I will most definitely rip out his heart and make you watch as I burn it. Do we understand each other?”
He roughly grabs my jaw and grunts when I squeeze my legs around his outer thighs.
“Yes,” I whisper. “I understand.”
“That’s my good girl.”
“I’m not your girl.” The need to fight him, to let me hear him say I am, overwhelms me.
He chuckles all slow and seductive. “That’s what I keep telling myself. But unfortunately for you, you are. And there’s nothing either of us can do about it.” He places his palm on the center of my chest. “Feel that? Feel the way your heart races at the mere feeling of me?”
Yes. This is exactly what I wanted. To hear him say how wrong I am.
“I own you, Kayla. You’re mine. Your heart. Your mind. Your fuckingsoul. I own it. And soon…” He slips a hand between us and circles his thumb around my achy clit. “I’m gonna own this pussy too.”
