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I swallow, shifting back against my door, putting my hands in my pockets.

“Good, as anticipated. Did you expect this to be easy?”

“For you?” She stands, walking over to me. Her hands skate up my chest until she grabs my shirt. “No,” she whispers. “For her? Yes. She’s grown up with nothing. It shouldn’t be this hard.” Her lips are an inch from mine now.

“I’ll get the job done. Don’t worry about that.” She licks my neck, her hot tongue making my eyes close.

“Good. You can’t fuck this up. Now,” she says, pulling back from my neck, “business is done, it's time for pleasure. It’s been a while, Branson.” She grabs my shirt, pulling my lips to hers. My hands go to her ass, squeezing.

I immediately drop my hand, pulling away. “I told you this was done.”

She rubs my dick through my pants.“Yes, but one more time won’t kill you,” she whispers, kissing me again.

Sue me for my mommy issues. Because I can’t resist.

Chapter 12

@RayneMarshall: “Mental health check. Are you good? Neither is anyone else. Welcome to life.”

Rayne

He was just talking.

Talking.

But those facial expressions. Have you ever seen someone and they just make you ache? Make butterflies erupt? The promise of something amazing flowing through your body? I swear he clouds my judgment. I just want to wrap him around me, and not completely in a sexual way. I can’t explain this feeling. Well, maybe. It’s like getting a text from your crush admitting his feelings for the first time. It makes you all warm and nervous but completely amazing. Now times that by one hundred.

He had on a white t-shirt. The crown tattoo by his neck peeking out, black ripped jeans molded to his powerful legs. A black woven bracelet on his unmarked arm. His rings glowing on his fingers. He does this thing, where his eyes are never fully open. His face is always in a serious expression. I’m sure some find it scary, but I melt for it.

Tucker snaps his fingers in front of my face, and I jerk back.

“You have some drool right,” he wipes his thumb by my chin, “here.” I smack his hand away as he laughs. The camera crew circles around everyone as we go about our lives. Like this is normal.

It still isn’t.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

I nod. “Yeah. If you can find them, I want to know.”

When I originally looked for my parents, the file was sealed. The next time it was gone. Poof. Into thin air, it had disappeared. But with Tucker’s connections, we think we can find out more. Some world-class hackers. It is going to cost me a pretty penny but I don’t care. I want to know. I have questions.

Like, what’s my medical history? Are they allergic to shellfish too? Why the fuck had they abandon me? Was I not good enough? Was something wrong with me? You know, basic things that could boost my mental health.

“All right, I’ll text my guy.” He grips my shaking hand. I look at him, his eyes soften. “It’s going to be all right, Ray. No matter what happens, it’s going to be okay.” A lonely tear rolls down my cheek as I nod. He stands, kissing my forehead. Then immediately he is texting on his phone.

I walk outside, going to the yard by the pool that leads to the pond.

“Where are you going, slut?” Tori snickers from behind me.

Stopping, I turn around to face her.

“Oh look,” Josefina puts her hand to her chest. “She’s sad. Have you been crying, little Rayne? Is the world not fair?”

Tori smirks as I wipe my face. “Oh, honey, no need to wipe them away. You’ll just be making more.”

I narrow my eyes at them. They laugh before Josefina launches at me. Taking me by surprise as we go to the ground. Unlike Tori, she knows what she is doing as she pins my body to the ground, holding my hands together above my head.

I feel a wire tie around my ankles.

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