A soft quiver of exhale fled from , followed by a pulse, and I don’t an from my heart. I pressed my knees together to sohow tell myself I was still in a state of being ridiculously horny.
UNKNOWN: Now tell , what are you doing awake at this hour?
I gripped the phone tightly when I saw the ti read 3 am.
UNKNOWN: Were you dreaming about , naughty kitten?
I swallowed a loud lump down my throat, thickened by the tension suddenly tainting the air.
UNKNOWN: Don’t leave your husband on read.
I could almost hear that dark threat in his tone. I shouldn’t reply to him, I really shouldn’t. But if I don’t, I’d prove him right because silence would only give the wrong idea.
: My dreams are better off without a snake like you.
UNKNOWN: That’s right... Keep being naughty.
I gasped softly.
UNKNOWN: It only makes eager to co back as soon as possible.
Drop this fucking phone, Ana...!
UNKNOWN: Take a picture for , little kitten. I wanna see you right now.
: Go to hell.
The dots popped up and disappeared, repeating twice to the point I could almost hear him snicker.
: Besides, you have a wonderful view already. Your trusted secretary is within arm’s reach.
Fuck! Did I just send that? Am I cursed or sothing? Because I keep doing weird shits right now.
UNKNOWN: Now, now, kitten. Let’s not dwell on parties that don’t concern us.
I sent a sticker with a middle finger.
UNKNOWN: Is that a way of telling you want my finger inside you?
I gasped loudly. EW!
UNKNOWN: Disgust? That hurts , kitten. Seems like I need to remind you...
My mind raced when the next text popped.
UNKNOWN: How drenched you were for ... my little slut. The taste of you still lingers in my tongue, and no amount of whiskey can wash it away.
I blocked him.
I tossed my phone against the bed like it was on fire, only for it to give off a haunting buzz, the screen lighting up as if the device was possessed.
I crawled close, breath heavy and uneven.
UNKNOWN: Wrong move, kitten.
A shudder raced through when the dots swirled.
UNKNOWN: Do more for .
He’s enjoying this. He loved it when I defied him. I have lived a life where being stubborn was a questionable offense.
My father would scold for being selfish, even Jacob grew displeased whenever I didn’t listen, but here’s this impossible man who wanted it.
I dropped to my knees and grabbed my phone, my pulse roaring in my ears as I switched it off, darkness covering my room.
~☆~
I couldn’t sleep.
I had to use my concealer to cover up the eye bags that ford overnight. I had turned on my phone earlier, and found no other text.
I had no idea why that rattled to the core.
I took deep breaths as I neared the entrance, trying to erase last night, but that was asking too much for my brain.
My steps slowed down when I saw Lisa talking to two n as if giving instructions.
What’s she doing here? I thought she was on a business trip with Zade?
My body locked instantly. If she’s here, does this an he’s back?!
That is not good.
My palms got sweaty, and my nerves skyrocketed until walking beca a heavy task, and I’m seconds away from bolting to my room and barricading myself there.
Lisa sent the n off and finally took notice of , eyes dragging to my powder blue wrap ballet leotard with a short flowing chiffon skirt and a fitted gray ballet shrug, my pink tights and leg warrs with flats.
"Mrs. Salvero..." she said sweetly.
"Lisa..." I answered bitterly.
She has succeeded in making the top list of bitches I wanted to cancel.
"Ms. Wade. Put so respect to that na."
"Mm, right. Wouldn’t want to forget how important you are."
"But your mory isn’t serving you any better. You forget yourself a lot," she said, amused.
I could tell she was still eaten away by how Zade dismissed her in his office days ago.
"Naturally. I can’t help it if I’m forgetful." I walked.
"And where do you think you’re going?"
I halted and faced her with a stern look. "Excuse ?"
"I don’t recall Zade giving you permission to leave while he’s away."
I clenched my Stanley Cup tightly, trying to keep cool. But my eyelid twitched from my rising annoyance.
Hold on... did she just say while Zade is away? Isn’t he back yet?
"Who knows..." she continued. "You might crawl up in your childhood sweetheart’s arms. Haven’t you caused him enough trouble?"
My nostrils flared, but I kept my cool as strong as possible, a smile tugged on my lips.
"Don’t you have so important business trip to be on instead of acting like a salted bitch?"
Her smile dropped.
"You’re Don Salvero’s precious secretary, aren’t you? So why exactly aren’t you glued to his side right now?"
"Because, unlike a piece of property like you, I’m charged with overseeing the company in his absence."
She sounded so proud of herself. Soone needs to climb down her high horses because it’s quite obvious right now.
"Last I rember... I thought that was Elliot’s responsibility."
Her mouth hung as words were lost to her.
I shrugged. "Oh well... What would a spoiled princess like know? I’m sure you were left behind for far more important purposes. Ciao."
Smirking, I left, descended the stone steps to a car waiting. Not just any car, but the sa one Zade gifted .
"Good morning, Mrs. Salvero..." the chauffeur greeted, handing the key fob.
I blinked. "You’re not driving ?"
"No, ma’am..." He replied politely, opening the car door for .
That’s odd.
Stumped, I searched for any car waiting to escort , but there was none. That alone should excite , but all I felt was downright suspicion.
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