Page 50 of Beautiful Scars

Well, Iamhungry. Maybe I should go bang on the door anyway and see what happens.

I get up and stretch, then rearrange Cillian’s black dress shirt around my hips before trudging upstairs barefoot.

I thump my fist against the door and even try a “Hello?” for good luck.

No reply. Maybe whoever had been watching the movie left already.

I bang against the door a few more times and then try the handle for good measure. Still locked. Still no response.

Damn.

I’m halfway down the stairs when a thought comes to me.

I stop.

The phone.

Someone called Cillian last night. Derek. Cillian ended the call and then sent a text, but he never once put in a pin or used his fingerprint to unlock the phone.

Does he honestly think he’s untouchable?

I fucking hope so, because if I can get my hands on that phone…

I bite my lip as I hop down the last step. Then I run up to the bed and leap onto it with a stifled yell.

Then I jump on the bed until I break one of the springs.

I collapse with a sigh and stare up at my dungeon’s ceiling. Heck, if I can get that phone, I might even make a call to my shrink. Tell her just how fucking wrong she’s been about me all along.