Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
Luckily for me, Diana is a public figure, and information about her love life is relatively easy to access. All I have to do is some simple math. Harper is eighteen, so I need to figure out who was married to her mom four years ago.
According to her Wikipedia page, a real estate magnate named Dave Cornwall fits the bill. The two of them were only married for a brief time before he divorced her, managing to wiggle out of paying her half of his net worth even though they didn’t have a prenuptial agreement. I have no doubt that’s because Diana cheated on him like she has most of her spouses.
I do some digging online about Dave to see where he is now and what he’s up to. He’s still a big fish in the Los Angeles real estate market selling multi-million-dollar homes to the rich and famous. His social media profiles are filled with him taking selfies at award shows and backstage at concerts, always pointing to the celebrity in question with a big, wide smile.
He looks like a fucking idiot.
I freeze on a picture of him with his new wife and stepdaughter. It’s supposed to be a sweet Mother’s Day post thanking his new wife for being such an incredible caretaker. He mentions how happy he is to be a father for the first time in his life. I can’t help but wonder if he looks at his new stepdaughter the same way he looked at Harper.
Now that I’m confident I know who this fucker is, I can start planning the fun part. What am I going to do to hurt him? I’m going to find a way to make him pay for what he did. He’s going to regret ever even thinking about Harper after I’m done with him.
I know a lot of people. There are many possibilities. I could do something as simple as leak a story to his wife, so she leaves him, causing a public divorce. I could potentially ruin his entire career by telling everyone about what happened. Of course, that would involve spreading Harper’s story without her consent, and I doubt she’d want that.
I could gather some friends and pay him a visit at night. Maybe he could have a taste of his own medicine, but that’s a little brutal for my taste.
It would be easy to just kill him. Sure, he would be a high-profile victim, and there would be an investigation. But everybody has a price. Every police officer, district attorney, and criminal detective has a dream for a better life. They might say they want justice, but they only want justice when no one’s offering them comfort.
I’m staring at a picture of Dave on the computer and daydreaming about how I’m going to make his life a living hell when two light knocks sound on my office door.
“Come in,” I say, quickly closing my laptop screen and pushing it to the side. Harper walks in with a slight smile on her face and looks around the office before taking a seat across from me. “What’s going on?”
“I finished everything on the list this morning,” Harper says, handing me a folded piece of paper that had a few tasks written down on it. I’ve been keeping her at home doing some maintenance to my schedule and housework, just to keep her close. I tried to think of some things to take up most of her day, but of course I didn’t take into account that she’s a ridiculously efficient worker. If she wasn’t forced to work for me this year, I would be highly inclined to offer her a handsome salary to continue.
“You did that rather quickly. I hope everything is up to my standards,” I say, hoping it might send her back to double-check her work and buy me some more time.
“Trust me, I’ve already triple-checked everything. Got anything else for me or can I be done for the day?” There’s a hint of hope in her voice that makes me want to tell her she can go.
I know that this contract is cruel, and I didn’t question it at first because I was looking forward to torturing her. But now I know I’m supposed to be her guardian to keep her chaste for Malik. That ship has sailed, but I still want to protect her.
I lean back in my chair and think for a minute, trying to search my brain for any little thing to make her do that’s going to take up sometime. A smile grows on my face when I think of the perfect idea. Harper watches me as I scoot back in my chair and pat my desk with my hands.
“I need you to take your pants off, sit on my desk, and let me eat you out,” I say, resting my elbows casually on the chair while I watch her. She looks at me with a smile rising at the corner of her lips, trying to debate whether or not this is something she wants to do.