felt like I got kicked in the gut when he announced he’d slept with Dr. Moore. I put on a straight face when I walk back into the kitchen. Jude and his sister are hugging, and I bite back the little sense of jealousy I feel. I never got a chance to be like that with my brother, and sometimes I long for that kind of relationship.
“I’ll let myself out,” I say as I walk through the kitchen without looking back. Jude’s sister obviously doesn’t care for me. When I first came up I had no idea who she could be. She doesn’t have a huge resemblance to Jude. Her chestnut hair is long and straight with a blunt bang. Her brown eyes are the only feature I noticed that she shared with Jude. As I step out onto the porch, Jude wraps his hand around my arm and spins me around.
“You don’t have to go. It’s late , and it’s a long drive.”
“Thanks , but I have somewhere to go in the morning.” I have nowhere to be, but I don’t want to be stuck here with the hostility from Emma being so thick.
He reaches out and smoothes my hair behind my ear. He trails his fingers down my face and softly caresses my neck. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Hmm…” I chuckle. “Enjoy myself? Definitely. You’re not at all what I expected.”
“And what did you expect?”
I shrug my shoulders because I’m not sure, but what I’ve seen so far is unexpected.
“A tyrant?” he continues.
“No.” I shake my head and lean into the hand he uses to caress my neck. “I didn’t expect there to be so many sides to you. You’re actually kind of sweet.”
He laughs low and deep. He gazes at me intensely , and that urge to kiss him reappears. “Thanks for introducing me to your pleasure dome.”
“Pleasure dome?” He raises a brow and tilts his head.
“I’ve decided that’s the name for that room.”
He lets out a full body laugh this time. “Just wait until I get you into my torture chamber.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He grazes that sensitive spot under my ear with his hand, so I grab it and pull it to my lips. I gently kiss it before I let go and back away.
“Goodnight…Sir .”
He nods at me before I spin around and walk to my car.
It’s late by the time I get home. I can’t figure out how a busy man like Jude lives so far from the city. Not that I don't recognize the perks to his seclusion. Had it not been for his sister showing up, I would've definitely stayed the night. Though I’m not sure how well that would've worked out. Cuddling in bed doesn't seem to fit the arrangement we made.
I park in my usual spot then swoop around the front of the building to the entrance. Something’s off, and I know it the moment I see all the lights shining from our apartment. At this time of night if Stacia isn't out, she's asleep. I open the door, and Stacia immediately jumps up from the couch.
“What's wrong?”
“I called you,” she whispers. She looks flustered as she wrings her hands together. “I was trying to warn you but—“
The bathroom door swings open, and Mason steps out like he owns the place. Maybe he does, because he's owned us for so many years; it only makes sense that he feels entitled to anything we have.
We work for Mason . What he does is still unclear to me, but I know it isn’t legal. I started to pull cons for Mason five years ago. I thought once I made enough money I could start a new life away from him. What I didn’t realize was that being good at everything Mason asked of me made me valuable to him. So valuable he would do anything to make sure I stayed in his corner. I knew the only way I’d get away from Mason was to leave when he wasn’t looking, when he wasn’t expecting it.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, dropping down on the couch and waiting for my answer.
“I was with a client.”
He scrunches his eyes and ponders my answer. “Which client were you with?”
Mason is always suspicious. I wonder how bad it will be if I ignore him. He stands up
“I’ll let myself out,” I say as I walk through the kitchen without looking back. Jude’s sister obviously doesn’t care for me. When I first came up I had no idea who she could be. She doesn’t have a huge resemblance to Jude. Her chestnut hair is long and straight with a blunt bang. Her brown eyes are the only feature I noticed that she shared with Jude. As I step out onto the porch, Jude wraps his hand around my arm and spins me around.
“You don’t have to go. It’s late , and it’s a long drive.”
“Thanks , but I have somewhere to go in the morning.” I have nowhere to be, but I don’t want to be stuck here with the hostility from Emma being so thick.
He reaches out and smoothes my hair behind my ear. He trails his fingers down my face and softly caresses my neck. “Did you enjoy yourself?”
“Hmm…” I chuckle. “Enjoy myself? Definitely. You’re not at all what I expected.”
“And what did you expect?”
I shrug my shoulders because I’m not sure, but what I’ve seen so far is unexpected.
“A tyrant?” he continues.
“No.” I shake my head and lean into the hand he uses to caress my neck. “I didn’t expect there to be so many sides to you. You’re actually kind of sweet.”
He laughs low and deep. He gazes at me intensely , and that urge to kiss him reappears. “Thanks for introducing me to your pleasure dome.”
“Pleasure dome?” He raises a brow and tilts his head.
“I’ve decided that’s the name for that room.”
He lets out a full body laugh this time. “Just wait until I get you into my torture chamber.”
“I’m looking forward to it.”
He grazes that sensitive spot under my ear with his hand, so I grab it and pull it to my lips. I gently kiss it before I let go and back away.
“Goodnight…Sir .”
He nods at me before I spin around and walk to my car.
It’s late by the time I get home. I can’t figure out how a busy man like Jude lives so far from the city. Not that I don't recognize the perks to his seclusion. Had it not been for his sister showing up, I would've definitely stayed the night. Though I’m not sure how well that would've worked out. Cuddling in bed doesn't seem to fit the arrangement we made.
I park in my usual spot then swoop around the front of the building to the entrance. Something’s off, and I know it the moment I see all the lights shining from our apartment. At this time of night if Stacia isn't out, she's asleep. I open the door, and Stacia immediately jumps up from the couch.
“What's wrong?”
“I called you,” she whispers. She looks flustered as she wrings her hands together. “I was trying to warn you but—“
The bathroom door swings open, and Mason steps out like he owns the place. Maybe he does, because he's owned us for so many years; it only makes sense that he feels entitled to anything we have.
We work for Mason . What he does is still unclear to me, but I know it isn’t legal. I started to pull cons for Mason five years ago. I thought once I made enough money I could start a new life away from him. What I didn’t realize was that being good at everything Mason asked of me made me valuable to him. So valuable he would do anything to make sure I stayed in his corner. I knew the only way I’d get away from Mason was to leave when he wasn’t looking, when he wasn’t expecting it.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he asks, dropping down on the couch and waiting for my answer.
“I was with a client.”
He scrunches his eyes and ponders my answer. “Which client were you with?”
Mason is always suspicious. I wonder how bad it will be if I ignore him. He stands up
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