All Chapters of Yours On The Dotted Line: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

I go to my appointment the next day, jittery and full of anxiety. I love my GYN. I think that’s really important to have a good relationship with your medical professionals. They need to be someone that you can get along with and joke around with. If not, things can get dicey when bad things happen and you need to set up a plan of action. I think if my mom had that type of relationship with her doctors when her breast cancer hand come along, instead of looking for the best doctors. Because the best doctors didn’t listen to what she wanted and how she preferred to manage things and she ended up dying doped up in a hospital instead of at home with us. So when I walk into Dr. Shelia Hester’s office and she sees my face, she immediately walks around the desk and pulls me into a hug. I can feel the air behind me go rigid, letting me know that Josiah is freaking out in typical bodyguard style, but I wave him off over Shelia’s shoulder and he calms.

“So, Quinn. How are you enjoying married life?” Pablo asks. I use my best boardroom smile as I sit across the table across from Pablo at the dining room table. “Dante and I are doing well, thank you for asking. How are you? I didn’t really get to talk to you too much at the wedding.” He gives me a smile that would be really genuine if his eyes didn’t keep dipping down to my cleavage. He looks me up and down in a way that is entirely too familiar. If Dante was the one that was giving me that look, I’d be pulling him into the bedroom. But coming from a guy that I’ve met twice? Yeah, it’s not ok. The look gives me the oily feeling that I got from some guys in high school and college or the weird guys that my father would bring over for business dealings and then promptly ask me to leave the room when he saw that they were paying attention to me. It instantly puts me on my guard and I have to hold back a shudder. “Oh,

“Yes, topina. Look how beautiful you are when you come undone,” he says to me, the hand that was on my breast moves to cup my chin and turn me to face the mirror. My eyes are glazed in desire, my mouth slack, and my cheeks red. I look like I’ve been thoroughly ravaged, even though Dante hasn’t been inside of me, yet. My gaze goes to Dante’s and the fire in his deep brown eyes, the need that’s there, makes my knees weak. “I need you, Dante. I need you inside of me.” He surges into motion. One of his hands grabs my right knee, pulling it up so that it’s hooked over his elbow. With his other hand, he pulls my thong to the side. “Stick your ass out for me, topina. Let me inside you.” I do exactly as he side, his cock automatically notching between the lips of my cunt. All he has to do is push. He does it slow, allowing me to feel every vein, every ridge, every inch of his cock. “Oh, my god!” I moan.

When I wake up, I’m in Emily’s apartment. I’d recognize the yellow walls and bright pink bedding anywhere. It’s like I’m in a package of Bubble Yum gum. The question is, how the hell did I get here? I look down and see that I’m at least out of my workout clothes, dressed in a pair of sweats and an oversized shirt. Though I smell like dried sweat and morning breath, so I obviously didn’t get showered. “Em?” I call out as I sit up in the bed. I hear scrambling down the hall and then Emily’s opening the door. “Q! Holy shit, you’re finally awake! How are you feeling? Are you ok?” “I mean, I need a shower, but I’m good. How did I get here?” I ask her. She sits on the edge of the bed next to me and brushes a piece of hair out of my face. “Josiah brought you here. Dante wanted you some place out of the house since someone has been getting in and out with those pictures. Josiah and Pablo are in the living

I have no idea how long we’re in the car. I can’t see the clock at all and the windows in the back of the car are tinted enough that I don’t have an accurate idea of where the sun is to try and gauge the time. That has to be why no one can see me handcuffed in the car. Why no one seems alarmed as our car passes. Why no one is helping me. My phone continues to ping and I can tell that it’s pissing Pablo off. Well fuck him very much. If that irritates him, I’ll be happy to kick my phone under the seat so he can’t find it. Mother fucker. He pulls into an underground parking lot and turns around to look at me with his gun in his hand. He vaguely points it in my direction, but he doesn’t have to point the gun directly at me to get his point across. “Now I’m going to open the door so that I can get that fucking phone and set you up in a…more comfortable position.” The last part is said with a smarmy smile that makes disgust role up