Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61997 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Not having Willa next to me to serve her purpose is driving me fucking crazy. I can't bear the thought of not knowing what she's doing. Unable to think straight, I scramble for my phone.
I scroll past the numbers still saved on my phone.
Willa and Dove.
Dove and Willa.
Which one should I call?
I press call on one of the numbers and lean back in my chair, waiting for the line to connect.
"Hello?" a male voice barks into the phone, dissolving into threats and growls the next moment. "Why the fuck are you calling my wife?"
"Would you fucking relax?" I hiss in return. "It's me, Raphael Santino."
"Why are you calling my little bird?" He sounds about ready to rip my head off, and I roll my eyes at the sound of his words. "What the fuck do you want?"
"I would've called you, but I don't have your number."
"Spit it out, Santino."
"Your kid," I hiss. "That girl, Willow something?"
"Willa."
I messed up her name on purpose. "Yeah, her."
"What about her?" He already sounds so fucking threatened. The poor prick is blinded by jealousy... but I understand that better than anyone else.
"I heard your daughter's been messing around at parties," I mutter with a heavy sigh. "Drinking, some drugs. I'd keep an eye on her if I were you."
I can hear his sharp intake of breath, but he doesn't say another word. The line just clicks.
I smirk even though it's with a pang of guilt. I didn't want to snitch on Willa to her parents, but she left me no choice. Especially since she was out partying instead of fulfilling her duties to me. Duties I've fucking paid her for already.
And yet, when I sit back down at my desk, my eyes go straight back to the video on the screen before me. I click play again. I can't resist touching myself again. My cock grows heavier with the cum I don't want to spill, the load I've been saving since she promised she'd come here and milk my dick.
The little bitch tricked me.
But I'm not going to let her get away with it.
I've already got her father involved now. And I know Nox will control his daughter, anything to keep her away from me. He won't even tell her why, that's the best part. The guy's so fucking threatened by me, he refuses to even utter my name.
At the same time, I can't help questioning whether I've just shot myself in the foot by telling Willa's father what she's been up to.
This will give her less freedom... which means Willa won't have as much free time.
As I stroke my cock, stopping every time when I get too close, I think back to the blackmailing note. I have a suspicion about it now, and I fully believe Nox is the one who sent the note. He certainly noticed when I recognized Willa on that photo on his wife's phone – he's sure to doubt tonight's phone call, too. He has every reason to blackmail me, and I have no doubt he's going to tell Elise what's going on too.
But as my phone starts to ring and I see Elise's number flashing on the screen, I don't suspect she already knows.
She screams at me over the phone while I lazily palm my cock, still watching Willa's frozen image before me.
Fuck my fiancée. Fuck the fact that she knows about my forbidden relationship with trouble. I'm not going to stop for Elise. Likewise for Dove and Nox.
I'm not going to stop for anybody when it comes to Willa.
And even if she refuses to admit it, I'm going to prove to her that she's meant only for me.
Chapter 9
Willa
"I... I can't stay any longer. I'm going to be sick."
"Wait, Willa. Don't leave, we haven't even started having fun yet."
I stumble away from him, my head hazy from those drinks I shouldn't have had. In my panic, I miss the hallway leading outside and blindly scramble to get away from Davis who's already coming after me. And I know what will happen when he gets his claws on me. I know he's going to do the same thing he repeatedly did to me all those years ago.
I stumble onto the balcony and grip the railing, my knuckles whitening from the force I'm holding the fence with.
"Don't be silly, Willa. Come back inside. We're going to have some fun."
Davis leans lazily against the balcony door, smirking at me as he takes another sip of his drink. My skin is crawling at the sight of him. I'd do anything to be rid of him, to get the fuck away.
I eye the distance that separates the balcony from the ground below and get dizzy from the view. The people look like ants from up here. I would never in a million years survive the fall. And yet I'm contemplating it.