Page 112 of Twisted Truth

“I told you I tend to be overly invested in what’s mine.”

“You don’t own me, Asher!”

“That’s where you’re wrong, baby. I do. And I won’t apologize for it.”

“I am covering up that camera. This is disgusting.”

He gives another amused chuckle.

“You are not allowed to watch me in my room, that’s degrading and so fucking wrong! You just listened to my private conversation with my mom and sister. That wasn’t meant for your ears. I don’t go snooping around your room.”

“You can cover it up, but it’s not the only one.”

“You motherfucker. Where are the others?”

“I don’t think I’ll tell you.”

“I’ll move into another room.”

“They all have cameras as well.”

“And what if someone hacks into the system? I will kill you if a video of me changing in my bedroom leaks to the press!”

“That won’t happen.”

“How can you be sure? If you’re seeing it, then there’s an internet connection, and internet connections can be hacked.”

“This one can’t. Sterling set it up with the help of our security team, and he’s a tech genius. No one will get access to these cameras.”

“Sterling can!”

“He actually can’t. He fed them to my phone, and my phone alone, which is locked down like Fort Knox, for that reason. And he wouldn’t, even if he could. He has no interest in you since you’re mine.”

Something clicks into place. “Wait, Sterling left for London before the gala.”

“I had him place them before you moved in, right after we signed our agreement. But I didn’t activate them until after the gala.”

“Damn you, Asher. Here I was defending you to my mom, telling her how amazing you are, and then I find out shit like this! What is wrong with you?”

“I told you I was fucked up, and I told you I’m not good at relationships. I have to have control.”

“This goes beyond control.”

“I’m not trying to stalk or scare you. I just want to be able to check on you and know you’re safe.”

“You just admitted to watching me dress, which goes way beyond a simple check in.”

“What can I say? If I check in and you happen to be half naked, you can’t expect me to just look away.”

“Yes, I can. That’s the least you can do.”

“I told you, baby, that body of yours . . . is mine. That pussy is mine. Those perfect tits are mine. If lady luck shines on me by showing them to me during one of my check ins, I’m not going to throw that luck back in her face. I’m going to sit back and enjoy the show. The show for my eyes only.”

Damn him. And damn me because though I’m still fuckingfurious with him, some of that fire has morphed from anger . . . to arousal. No, no, no.

“And what do you do while you watch me undress?” I try to keep the bite in my tone, but it comes out breathier than I wanted. Fuck.

“I wrap my fist around my cock and wish it was inside that pussy of mine.”