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We grab an Uber and head out, spending the next few hours dancing, laughing, and having too many fruity cocktails.
“By the way, any new updates on Mr. Vaughn? Oh, should we keep calling him Mr. Eiffel Tower, if you know what I mean?” She gives a very dramatic wink, making me laugh.
“He’s fine, still grumpy and moody and hot. Enough about him though; tonight is about you. Let’s get another drink!” I shout over the music, hoping my avoiding the topic wasn’t too obvious. It seems to do the trick because a few minutes later we’re back to dancing and laughing.
By the time I make it back to my apartment it’s after one in the morning, my feet are killing me, and my buzz has all but worn off into a nonstop yawn.
“Thanks. Have a good night.” I shut the car door and head upstairs, taking my heels off the second I get through my front door. I toss them along with my purse on the floor, walking over to the fridge to grab a bottle of water. I chug it, tossing it in the trash and heading back to wipe off my makeup and crawl into bed.
“Argh,” I groan, contorting my arm as I struggle to reach the zipper on the back of my dress.
“Need some help with that?”
“Ahh!” I scream, spinning around to see a dark shadowy figure sitting in the chair in the corner of my bedroom. I stumble backward, catching myself on my closet door as I reach over and flip on my bedside lamp. “What the hell are you doing? How’d you even get in here?”
“I own the building, remember?” He says it calmly, his eyes never leaving mine. “I told you, Daphne, you had one week.”
Chapter 18
Weston
She stands with her hands on her hips, her hair wild and untamed. She looks mussed and sexy.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
“Yes.” She sways a little as she crosses one leg over the other nervously.
“You look like it. Are you drunk?” She shakes her head. “Are you sure?”
“Yes, I stopped drinking before eleven.” Her tone is clipped. “Are you going to help me with this zipper or not?” She tries to reach it again with no success.
“Why don’t you come here first,” I say as I pat my thigh. “Have a seat for a moment.”
“I want to get this dress off.”
I drag my teeth over my bottom lip, trying to keep my temper in check. “Daphne, I have tried to play nice with you, but I am done appealing to your delicate nature. I’m not going to ask you again and if you make me, it’s not going to be pleasant for you. So do yourself a favor and come here or I will make you crawl to me and beg for my forgiveness. Do I make myself clear?”
She takes a step toward me, then another till she’s standing in front of me between my thighs. I reach up to turn her sideways, helping her take a seat on my lap. I hook my finger beneath her chin, turning her to look at me.
“Was that so hard?”
“Did I even have a choice?”
I chuckle at her snarky response. “You know you did, Daphne, but you also know there are consequences based on what you choose.” I let my finger that’s beneath her chin slowly slide down the front of her body. “Now, I’ve tried saying things to you in a nice way. I did have to tease and then fuck it out of you that you’re mine, that you belong to me, but you did admit that you were and now, you want to run away from me because you’re scared. I gave you time and space like you requested, but now that we’ve hit the deadline, I think we both know I’m done playing nice.”
“You were playing nice?” She flashes a coy smirk.
“This is what is going to happen tonight. I’m going to help you out of this dress and you’ll shower, after which we’re going to make up.” I lift her off my lap, turning her around to slide the zipper down her dress.
“Make up how?” She turns to look at me over her shoulder as I slowly pull the straps of the dress down her arms.
“How do you want to make up?” I crouch down, sliding the dress down her legs and helping her step out of it.
“Making love?” Her voice has grown soft.
“I will absolutely make love to you.” I stand back up and turn her to look at me so that I can kiss her. “But first I have some frustration I need to take out on you.”
“Frustration?”
