Janeen seats me at the kitchen table while she fixes us both another drink. When she slides into the seat across from me, her face is gentler and more considerate than it was before. I sigh, grateful for it – Janeen has always teased me, and I don’t really care about that, but this is the big sister
Damn it, but I don’t want to. A huge part of my knows that it would be the smart thing to do, but the other part of me…I look my sister in the eye. “You’re right,” I say, a little grim. “I don’t know what it is about this world, Janeen. But I’m not ready to leave it yet.”She shrugs. “I get it. I’m
It’s almost dark that evening when I pull up to the gates to Kent’s estate. I spent the day with Janeen, planning my next steps, letting the sound of her laugher and warm advice wash over me like a healing balm. I also let her curl my hair into sexy waves and exchange my slouchy sweater and leggings
“Coward,” I hiss, cursing myself as I hurry up the stairs. Damn it, at the first trial of this new, powerful me I totally collapsed. I dart into my room, pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing my eyes as I steel myself. I know that I owe Daniel more than that. But damn it, Janee
About fourteen minutes later, I study myself in the mirror, my stomach a mess of butterflies. I’m better than I was about twelve minutes ago, though, when I’d been sitting on the floor drinking directly from the bottle of wine, hissing desperately into the phone to my sister while she tried talk me
I don’t know what to say, so I don’t say anything. I just standing before him, trying not to let my knees shake. The threat of that only increases when he takes two steps towards me, placing one hand on my waist, his other tilting my chin up towards him. “Are you sure about this, Fay?” Kent whis
The next morning, I reach over and grab my cell phone off of the nightstand the moment I wake up, dying to see if Ivan texted me back. It’s not my burner phone, or my old cell phone which Kent took, but instead my Kent-approved cellphone, which I’m sure he monitors. But whatever – let him look. This
“Oh my god,” I murmur, looking at the cutouts on the side, the absolute bare scrap of fabric that’s supposed to cover my ass. Then I glance back down at the box and realize… Oh my god, this isn’t even the lingerie. I look back and forth between the black satin corset and lace panties that are st