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)
Sure, I would have thought that selling her to Malik was wrong, but I might not have cared the way I do. I wouldn’t be risking my life to protect her the way I am.
I’m furious about it. My entire life has been turned upside down because of her. It’s for that reason alone that I feel like I need to punish her for it. I feel like I need to make her squirm, to see her fighting back against my retaliation.
I take a few quick steps toward her, and she tries to move out of the way, but she’s not fast enough. My hands wrap around her arms, squeezing tightly as I grip her and pull her toward the bed.
“What are you doing?” she snaps, trying to free herself from my grip. I don’t let go as I shove her down on the bed and reach for her skirt. I fumble with the button for a second, not able to get it undone right away, opting to just rip it open instead. The button flies across the room as I tear through the rest of the fabric to see her in front of me in her blouse and panties. “Dawson!”
“Stop talking and let me fuck you,” I demand, holding her down while I lower her panties. She writhes underneath me, and when she’s completely bared for me, I spread her legs and unzip my pants.
“You can’t run away from your problems like this!” Harper shouts, pushing against my chest and staring at me with an intensity in her eyes I never expected to see from her.
I stop what I’m doing and sit up on my knees, letting her scoot away from me. She just watches me with her chest rising and falling rapidly as I take a moment to simmer down.
She’s right, and I hadn’t thought about it like that. Every time something’s come up that’s inconvenience to me, I’ve chosen to just fuck her in an attempt to forget about it. I’ve done it a lot more with the entire Malik situation too.
My eyes narrow at her, and I point my finger, forcing my face to be as stoic as possible. “Stop asking questions for your own sake, got it? If you don’t, there’s going to be consequences.”
She watches me with her jaw clenched, but when she sees the sincerity in my eyes, fear takes hold, and I can tell she’s shaken by what I said. Good. She should be.
Chapter 20
Harper
Dawson left early this morning for a run around the compound, and I haven’t seen him since. After last night, things have been strange between us. Last night he didn’t hold me close to him as we fell asleep. We lay with our backs turned to each other as we eventually fell asleep. It felt weird. He was distant and lost in his own mind about whatever was bothering him.
All of that last night, and I still have no idea what we’re doing here. Who is Xander, and what business does he have with Dawson?
A part of me thinks I don’t want the answer to those questions. Nobody can make as much money as Xander has with truly above-board work. I have a pretty vivid imagination, and I’ve painted a clear picture in my mind of what exactly it is Xander does for a living.
I try to force the thoughts out of my head and focus on work. Dawson brought me here for a work meeting, so I’m assuming everything is supposed to be business as usual. I have no idea how long we’re staying, so that makes a large part of the work I do difficult.
I’m tempted to log back into Dawson’s email, too. He had me log out on the plane, and that’s because he was hiding something. I want to find out whatever that is. I convince myself it’s not worth the punishment, knowing that Dawson is going to be absolutely pissed about it if he finds out. He’ll probably get some sort of notification that I’ve logged into his account and come running back here to make me pay for it.
Instead, I settle on doing work I can do without him. I go through my own email and filter out the spam and all of the cold-call emails about doing business with Dawson. As per usual, there are plenty of people who have tried to get in contact with him who have somehow found my information in the hopes I’ll reach out personally. All of those emails go in the trash too.
Dawson’s schedule is in disarray after this impromptu trip. I go through every meeting and figure out what exactly it was supposed to be about and come up with a plan to reschedule them all. Dawson took care of some of the details yesterday, but he left the majority of the labor to me.