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“As if I don’t know every single detail about my office.”
“Why can’t I have it, exactly?” I perch my hands on my hips.
He slowly walks towards me, dropping my file to the ground as he grabs me by the waist, pulling me closer. His hands bunch in my skirts and he looks down at me. “Did you ever think that you don’t remember for a reason. Why not leave well enough alone?”
I raise my hands to his face, touching him freely as he’s touching me. Skating my finger down his scar. “Shouldn’t that be my decision?”
“No, little prisoner.” He shutters as I reach his jaw. He lowers his face closer to mine, his breath mingles with mine, slipping into my mouth and filling my lungs. “Now get your fucking hands off me.” He hisses, pushing me away.
I stumble back, my body colliding with the bed behind me. I feel as if I have whiplash with his stupid hot and cold mood swings. He should probably have his doctor friend prescribe him something for that. I watch him snatch the papers up, stuffing them in the file. “Get ready to travel. Someone will be in to pack your bags.”
“Why? Where are we going?”
But he doesn’t answer. Just slams the door behind him. Leaving a storm cloud in his wake.
Atticus narrowshis eyes at the tights and oversized T-Shirt I’m sporting. A braid falling over my shoulder. I raise an eyebrow when I take a seat across from him in his private jet.
“Where the fuck did you find these clothes from?” He questions.
“Let’s see. These are my fluffy slippers I wear to walk around the house. These tights were in my dresser and this shirt,” I smile, “Is yours. And I found the hat in Francis' closet.”
“You went through my things?Again.”
“Don’t be all growly, sunshine,” I found it in the laundry room. “Besides,” I slide my glasses over my eyes. “Why do you care?”
“Take it off.” He hisses.
“No.”
He reaches over and I smack his hand. “I said, no. Do not touch me.”
His eyes narrow at me. He’s the one who’s unamused now. “Did you forget you're my prisoner?”
“Did you forget your promise?”
His eyes widened slightly. “What?” He whispers.
I give him a bland, annoying look. “You promised to kill me. Yet, here I am, breathing.”
He clears his throat. “Don’t tempt me.” He mumbles, resting his head into the seat.
I wonder if maybe I’m growing on him and that’s why he hasn’t taken me out yet. Only time will tell.
Chapter 16
Past
My dad was a monstrous man. Had been as long as I could remember. My mom fucked off, leaving me behind. Not that I blamed her. She took one look at me and knew something was a little off.
Hell, I would have fucked off too.
My dad was a sick fucker.
He enjoyed the innocent. Of watching them. Hurting them. Making me hurt them. I refused, I never wanted to do…thatwith any of them. He would beat me within an inch of my life until I wasn’t able to argue. Until one day he beat all of the emotions out of me. Leaving me a weak shell of a boy. So numb I didn’t blink when another girl was presented.
But I knew how many I’d hurt. I carved a tally for each and everyone. Counting my sins and lying awake and hoping, praying to whomever to take me and lay fire to my skin.
But one day, everything changed. Dad found a woman he seemed to like. Like as much as he could. And once we moved in, it didn’t take me long to realize why.
