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“Only a tiny bit?” Max finishes his espresso with a smile on his face.
“Again, you tell anyone else, I’ll have your balls.”
“You know anything you say is safe with me. We’ve known each other too long for that to change.”
“We really have.” I push my chair back as I stand up and head over to the sink where I leave the cup for the maid to wash up. Turning back to Max, I lean against the counter. “This doesn’t mean Shelby has earned a reprieve, following her escape stunt. She’s the one who wants me to be a monster. I guess it makes it easier for her to justify leaving her home in the company of a stranger without hesitation.”
“I don’t think you gave her much option, remember.” Max stands and puts his cup in the sink.
“She could have run screaming from me. I would’ve had to chase her. You were ready with the tranquilizer darts. Besides, I think she’s done me a favor by running today. It’s made me realize she’s a coward just like her father. It will make it easier for me to get my revenge on her. You know cowards are my one true hate.”
“I don’t know of one who hasn’t been punished by you yet. But equally, Eaton, you haven’t stopped touching your lips since you walked into this room. Are you sure this is the right sort of revenge? I mean I know she’s terrified of sex because of her mother, but what if she starts to enjoy it. If she came all over your face, it proves she’s not averse to it at any cost.”
I hold my hand up to silence Max. He stops talking immediately.
“This is most definitely the right sort of revenge. If she starts to enjoy what I do to her, it’ll make it all the easier when she realizes this is just a means to an end.”
Without listening to another word he has to say, I make my way out of the kitchen and toward my office. Reaching out to sweep open the door, I realize I have been touching my lips inadvertently.
Max was right, this isn’t going to be as easy as I thought. How can I hate someone so much but still want to bury my head in-between their legs at the same time.
17
SHELBY
I’m not entirely sure how long I’ve been in this room. It doesn’t have any windows, and there’s no natural light.
Lena brings me food, selected from my prescribed diet, and a change of clothes each day. She was the one who released me from the handcuffs a short time after Eaton left me. I apologized for hitting her with the vase, and she accepted. She told me she’d gotten lots of sympathy from Max, so she was happy.
Other than a few brief conversations with Lena, I’ve had no interaction with anyone else. I don’t know if that’s been a good thing or a bad one as it’s given me the opportunity to think about the last time I saw Eaton, and what he did to my body. I wanted to say no, but he didn’t give me a choice…or did he? My body reacted to him in a way I’ve never experienced before. I came for him. I was soaked from what he did to me. It shouldn’t have happened.
The walls of the room are white and without any decoration. There’s no furniture, other than the bed I’m currently sitting on while reading the vet book Eaton gave me. The mattress is nowhere near as comfortable as the one upstairs but still more luxurious than my one in the trailer.
I get up and make my way into the small en-suite bathroom. It contains a sink, toilet, and shower. There’s no clawfoot bathtub like the one in the other room. Everything is white and purely functional.This is probably more the sort of room I deserve for agreeing to live with a man I didn’t know.
Jesus! Even the four, plain walls of this room are better than where I used to live. It’s far more than I deserve.
I think I’m going insane. It’s all too much.
I use the toilet, wash my hands, and return to the bedroom to find Eaton standing there, leaning casually against the main door to the room. I’ve not seen him in probably a week.
“Hello, Shelby, how are you?”
“I’m fine thank you. I could do with another book. I’ve finished this one,” I reply curtly.
“And what will you do to get it?” He smirks, and it turns my gut.
That’s the sort of comment my mother gets from her clients. Is he going to treat me like a prostitute now? I’m not sure I can handle that. I turn away from him.
“Shelby, look at me.”
I refuse.
“Shelby,” Eaton demands, and I know I don’t have a choice. I slowly turn around and place my hands on my hips.
“What?” My voice is terse.
“Tell me the thought that just went through your head?” Eaton pushes off the door and shuts it behind him.
