Chapter 129Cephus’ POVThe room is cold as I take my jacket off and put it on the back of my chair behind my desk.Quietly, I move around the room, going through the motions, thoughts spinning in my head.I’ve made a mistake.I don’t regret it. I’m just aware of it and the fact that there may be consequences.Amber-colored liquor slides into my glass at the bar before I take a swig and saunter back to my desk.I settle into my seat and move my eyes to the computer screens.Without thinking twice, I reach inside my jacket, and for the first time in a few months, I pull out a cigarette, search inside a drawer, retrieve my favorite metal lighter, and light it.I take a long drag and instantly hate it.I don’t like the smell, the taste.I thought it would give me some clarity, a boost of energy, and some relief.Instead, it fucks with my brain.That’s what happens when you take a break from something.Annoyed, I tossed the pack in the garbage, greenbacks, feet onto my desk, my gaze train
Chapter 130Katie's POVThe Russian used me to get stuff from Cephus and fuck with him.Everybody knows you don’t fuck with people like Cephus.It’s true. I, o smart when I fucked with people like Beau‘Dick’Anthony. At least, I was desperate, and that was my justification at the time.The Russian wasn’t desperate.He acted all surprised and antsy, yet in the end, he was mostly amused. Especially when he collected the money.I saw how Salla looked at him.Any street-smart dick could tell you and Russians didn't; he was convinced Salla wouldn’t do shit to him. I don’t know if Cephus would gain anything from finishing that guy.Maybe that’s why the Russians weren’t afraid to do with how he has positioned himself in their world.But my fretting isn’t about him.It’s about me and how I’m stuck here without a car, a plan, or a real possibility of escape.I have to sleep on it, and maybe I’ll get an idea of how to proceed tomorrow morning.First, I need a new phone, and then I need to collec
Chapter 131Katie's POVMy heart races a little as I walk down the corridor leading to his room.I’m also a little scared. What if he’s not alone? Why wouldn’t he be alone?He’s not bringing women here.Sure.He’s brought me.More like he hadn’t had a choice.I push the door to his bedroom open.The same bluish glow I spotted in the living room moves over the walls in his bedroom.Sheer curtains stretch across the windows, and the view showcases pure wilderness, while all the human activity is down below.I move my eyes to the bed.He’s there and seems sound asleep, lying on his back with his arm folded under his head.A white sheet covers his body up to his abs.His muscular frame is chiseled to perfection, and it dawns on me how misleading those expensive suits are, concealing that.Tattoos crawl up his arms.He has the face of a warrior god.Beauty and determination are locked in the riveting tale of his face.I move closer without making the slightest noise, mesmerized when he jer
Chapter 132Katie's POVThe noise in the other room wakes me.I jump up and check the time. It’s six o’clock in the morning.I press my ear against the wall.There are people in the living room.Without wasting another moment, I dash to the bathroom and get ready.I shower, wash my hair, blow-dry my hair, curl my hair, and pull on a dress similar to the one I wore last night.It takes me five minutes to put on my makeup. Lipstick, eyeliner, and mascara.My cheeks are naturally flushed from the effort.Moments later, I slide my heels on and walk out of the room. By the time I reach the living room, the place is empty.Shit.Have I messed it up already?It would help to have a phone and communicate with my boss.I head to the door.“Where are you going?” a voice thunders behind me.I spin around, my hair moving down my back.“Oh. You’re here,” I say, and then I stop, thunderstruck.He wears a three-piece gray suit, a white shirt, and black tie and shoes. He has a metallic watch around h
Chapter 133Katie's POVThe fabric is stretchy, and so molded to my body that everything seems enhanced. The swell of my chest, the tapering of my waist, and the arching of my hips.Or I’m horny.My boobs seem slightly bigger, and my butt seems rounder.Hard and round, it looks so juicy.The heels give me those extra inches that make everything look more grown-up.’The color is vibrant but not quite bubblegum pink. I don’t look like a giant popsicle, I think. And my long dark hair balances out the big blob of vivacious pink.I walk out quite happy with how I look.He shoots me a side-eyed glance and reaches inside his pocket.A necklace dangles from his hand.“Turn around and lift your hair.”I do as I’m told, and he fastens the necklace around my neck.It’s cold against my skin as I touch it with my fingers.I don’t know what to think, but for a second there, it crosses my mind it’s only a prop.Something cute you pick up at the mall.“Make sure you don’t lose it. It’s about two mill
Chapter 134Katie's POVWhatever he wanted to accomplish, he succeeded in accomplishing.People look at me like I’m a trophy girl. I keep my mouth shut and do not move away from Cephus.Not even an inch.For one, the thought that I wear that expensive little thing around my neck gives me shivers.And then, it’s like that magnetic field between us has been activated once again, and my body wants to be as close as possible to him.Now, that has proved to be an unforeseeable complication.I can't k about him.And him?I don’t know what goes through his head.He seems in control.All the time.His focus is on the patrons.He talks to the people, laughs with them, and even sits down with them at a table, having drinks with them.He doesn’t pay much attention to me.As in, you know, when two people are together.We’re not together.We. Are. Not. Together.He bought my butt back from some mobster, and now he’s trying to convince everybody that he has satisfied his whim and has a call girl on
Chapter 135Katie's POVMy mind spins crazy thoughts about what might take place downstairs. About guns being drawn and people getting killed.I saw how Salla looked at Boris.He would’ve slashed his throat open if his disappearance didn’t create a headache for Cephus.Maybe Boris is a necessary evil, a part of some crooked deal that may or may not make sense but comes with rules they both need to abide by.Whatever the circumstances, Cephus had a good reason to send me upstairs.A sigh falls from my lips as I stare into the space in front of me and contemplate my life.The emptiness of the place gets to me as I struggle to unwind and not care about these men.Especially Cephus.But, I don’t go to sleep––I can’t––and wait for him regardless, wearing the dress and necklace he wanted me to wear, all anxious and frazzled.Eventually, I stroll to my room and go through every step I need to go through to make myself feel a little better.I take my clothes off, shower, and toss on a bathrob
Chapter 136Katie's POVMoments later, I walk to the first floor, saunter across the lobby, and head to the dining area overlooking one of the private pools.A round table with flowers and sparkling glasses, silverware, and porcelain plates for about eight people awaits there.A woman greets me and informs me I’ll be serving food.I can’t say I’m not surprised by the news.I have nothing against serving food, but things don’t make much sense to me. Have I been demoted overnight?Last night, I played the role of a trophy call girl, and now I’m waiting tables?In all fairness, he warned me I’d work for him around the clock in different capacities, doing all kinds of tasks.He never said I’d only do one thing. Or that I’d be his fake girlfriend.Strange things happen.So basically, he’s showing the world he can do whatever the fuck he wants, which shouldn’t surprise me.And that’s despite paying two million dollars for me.He even hinted two million dollars is nothing for him. The neckla