Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 54496 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 272(@200wpm)___ 218(@250wpm)___ 182(@300wpm)
“Don’t you know?” I purred, putting the letter opener down with a loud clank. “I want you, Thorn.”
A silence followed and he finally spoke up again after several excruciatingly long seconds.
“I’m not replacing Harlow with you,” he growled. “Ever.”
“I didn’t ask for that,” I said, trying hard to keep the anger out of my voice.
Who did he think he was, anyway? I was better than that little bitch and always had been. It was him who was blind to the truth - but not for long. Not if I had it my way.
“What do you want, then?” he asked.
I could tell I was testing his patience but I didn’t particularly care.
“I want you to take me with you,” I whispered. “Back to the place you came from.”
“What?” he asked incredulously. “You want me to take you home?”
“Home,” I repeated softly. How nice it sounded on the tip of my tongue… “Yes, I’d like to come home with you.”
“And if I don’t?” he argued. “If I don’t agree to your fucking.. terms?”
I paused for dramatic effect, but he didn’t seem to understand, mistaking my silence for indecision and laughing out loud.
“You would never hurt Harlow,” he said plainly. “She’s the closest thing you have to a friend.”
I bit my tongue before I cursed out loud, and went on to say, “Maybe not, but who knows? I’m feeling pretty unstable. Maybe just unstable enough to tell the police about your little side project, Mr. Thorn.”
Now, it was his turn to go quiet.
“Or maybe,” I went on sweetly. “I could tell Daddy you roughed me up when you were here last. Did you know Daddy has connections here in London? I know you do too, but nothing like this. I assume you don’t know the chief of the police department on a first name basis. He could have you arrested. He could uncover all the shit you’re doing back home.”
“I can protect myself,” he said roughly, but I could sense the edge to his voice.
“I’m sure,” I said. “But let’s avoid the problem altogether. Take me with you. I’ll let you have Amber, Harlow, and me. What’s not to like in that equation? Three for the price of one.”
“I could kill you,” he went on. “The second I get my hands on you. What’s stopping me from snapping your neck?”
I shivered at the thought, my pussy leaking through my sheer panties so desperately I bit my bottom lip in embarrassment.
“That’s up to you,” I told him.
I would take anything he would give me. Hurt me, fuck me, kill me. Anything he wanted. I’d do anything to feel his touch again. My obsession with Thorn was consuming me whole and it was getting hard to stop myself from fantasizing about our future once we got rid of goody-two-shoes Harlow and her faithful sidekick Amber.
“Be here in the morning,” I said simply. “I’ll get everything ready for you.”
He paused, but I could tell he would agree to my terms. There was nothing for him to lose. He’d gain three girls when he’d only lost two, and I was signing myself over to him freely, my only hope that he would eventually see how much better than Harlow Granger I was. I was prettier, sexier. I was smarter and a better dancer. She was a fucking wallflower but I was the star. And sooner or later, Thorn would open his eyes and see that.
“Alright,” he finally said. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He ended the call and I stared at the phone triumphantly before setting it down. I got up from my father’s chair, smoothed down my dress and took a deep breath before leaving the office, but not before making sure everything was in the same place as I’d found it.
I walked down the hallway to Harlow’s room and prepared myself mentally for the role I would have to play next. Then, I slipped into her room wearing a sorrowful expression as I shook her awake. She got up with a cry, panic settling in her eyes but fading away when she realized it was only me. What a stupid fucking girl she was.
“Harlow,” I said, fighting back the imaginary tears. “Someone called the house.”
“W-who?” she stuttered pathetically, and I sniffled to add more effect to my performance.
“The man who took you,” I whispered. “I think… I think he knows where you are.”
“Oh my god.” She sat up straight, her eyes fearful as they connected with mine. “Do they know about Amber too?”
“He doesn’t care about Amber,” I said, probably the only truthful thing I’d told her. “Just you… I’m scared, Harlow. He threatened me.”
“I’m so sorry,” she said. “I’ll go… I’ll leave.”
“Yes, you have to,” I nodded quickly. “I’ve got some money for you, some clothes… A place to go.”
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, swallowing the tears and pulling me into a hug.