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So he wants more of what we had the other night and he’s making a good argument/being kind of irresistible so I’m gonna listen to what he has to say and talk this out with him. I misunderstood the threat and you’re right. He does investigate anyone he hooks up with to make sure they’re not bunny boilers. Call off your search for now. I’ll let you know if I want you digging further. K? I’ll call you later to explain more. Just messaging you from his bathroom. XOXO
Yes, I know the way she signs off. I’ve read her blog, a lot of her emails, her social media statuses and text messages, and I know how she writes texts to her best, rather breast friend. I can see she’s coming to grips with some things as I set the phone down on the coffee table and reach for mine.
I phone Kenny on speaker.
He answers on the first ring.
“Yeah, Derek?”
“You’re on speaker. Chloe will be leaving here at eleven. You’ll follow her to make sure she gets home safely?”
“Got it.”
I end the call and wrap my arms tighter around Chloe’s trembling body.
“Now,” I say, “I know you’re upset and confused, but I really wanna take you to bed and fuck you senseless for the next three or four hours.”
“No,” she whispers, looking terrified.
“Yeah, baby, I do. You’re lucky I even let you out of here Saturday. I wanted to keep you in bed all weekend. I knew you weren’t quite ready for that. Based on your behavior since then, I can see it’s time to take the reins here, so it’s what I’m doing. Let’s go to my bed so we can take the edge off. We’ll talk specifics after.”
She blinks at me, panic all over her pretty but currently pale face.
“Be my good girl, Chloe, or things will move at a pace you’re really not ready for.”
“What does that mean?” she asks.
“One step at a time. Tonight, we’re gonna have some fun. From here, I’ll figure out the pace. Your actions will dictate it at least partly. Okay?”
She shakes her head. “No. Not okay. None of this is okay. You’re freaking me out, Derek. I don’t understand what’s happening here. Why you’ve done all these things.”
“I promise you’re safe with me, Chloe.” I drop a kiss on her forehead, get up, and carry her toward the bedroom, leaving our phones where they are. “Nobody will keep you safer than I will.”
“Put me down. I’m leaving.”
“I’ve got plans for you.”
“Are you crazy?” she whispers.
I tip my head. “Dr. Jones called it antisocial personality disorder, though he proved himself to be a quack, so… We can talk about that all later. I don’t like talking about it so let’s build up to that. I’ll tell you whatever you wanna know about me eventually. But let’s get you on board first.”
“I’m not doing this,” she tells me as I set her down on the bed.
“You are,” I whisper and run my fingers through her hair.
“No, I’m not!” she shouts in my face. “And you need to leave me the fuck alone.”
“You are staying here for at least a few hours, Chloe,” I say calmly, “otherwise… something you don’t want to happen could happen.”
“Such as?”
“For example, the recording I have of you and Alannah Fisher talking at Downtown could be played for Adam Hallman.”
Her eyes widen with horror.
I ask, “You want him to hear you and your breast friend discuss him being your boring-ever-after? A potato with no seasoning? And beyond that, you want him to hear you tell your friend that I’m what was it? Forty-four thousand and sixty nine out of ten?”
Her jaw drops.
