Tonight.
Oh my God, I’ve already got myself moved in, though something tells me my daddy wouldn’t object to it.
My daddy.
My clit is already going crazy again. I really need to get a grip.
“Do your friends usually come over this early?”
“Sometimes, but no,” he narrows his brows as he pulls on his T-shirt, “not usually. Why don’t you go back to the bedroom? I’ll send whoever away and I’ll be right back there.”
I nod and head down the dark hallway toward the bedroom, where it looks like the paint has dried from yesterday. I chose a low fume paint, but there’s still a smell that lingersfor the first few days. I crack a couple of windows to let the air circulate. Plus, it’ll be nice to fall asleep again to the breeze.
I’m in the middle of opening the last window when I hear Nathan’s voice echo in from the entryway, and my stomach tightens.
Why is he here?
Why the hell is he here?
Does he want the money I owe him right now? Does he want the dress back? I glance at my torn-up wedding gown. The one I sliced to bits yesterday afternoon. I don’t think the value is there anymore.
Oh my God! I have no money to give him. He has to know that.
What the hell else could he be here for?
I know it’s not me. Then again, I guess he could be. Not because he cares, but because he’s a prideful prick who was embarrassed yesterday, and now, he’s cooked something up to fix all that.
That’s got to be it. I’m almost sure of it, when another option pops to mind.
The ring!
I bet he’s here for the ring. It’s the only thing of value I still have on me that he’s owed. I bet he wants it back.
I move to the spare bathroom where I set the ring in a flowerpot yesterday. It’s not that I don’t trust Rhett, I do, that became much more apparent last night, but back when I wasn’t sure yet, I moved the ring in here for safe keeping.
Except when I look for the ring, it’s gone!
I dump the pot over, spilling dirt all over the countertop, my hands moving through the roots of the violet as Nathan and Rhett talk very loudly in the other room.
How could the ring be gone?Iknow I put it here!I specifically tucked it around the left leaf of the right flower furthest from the sink.
Did Rhett really take the ring? Why would he take it? He sounded so genuine last night. God, maybe that was all part of the game. He tells me cute, little stories about his grandma and taking care of old people, then I’m eating cake off his fork, sleeping in his arms, and sucking his cock while he steals my engagement ring.
This guy really got lucky with an idiot for a captive.
I storm down the hallway, my eyes focused on Rhett, my heart thundering in my chest as my stomach tightens. “Where’s the ring?”
“What?” He narrows his brows convincingly. “It’s on the dresser where you left it.”
“Don’t play dumb. I moved it into the spare bathroom yesterday. No one goes in there. I put it in the plant.”
“Why?” he groans, narrowing his brows with perfect inflection.He’s good. I’ll give him that.“Why would you put it in a plant?”
“I’m asking the questions!”
He turns toward me, his shoulders squared. “And I’m giving you an answer. I didn’t take the ring.”
“Ugh.” Nathan steps forward, dark circles around his eyes like he hasn’t slept all night. He still has on the suit he was wearing yesterday at the wedding. “Are you talking about your engagement ring? I swear to fucking God, Pepper. That diamond cost me a hundred and fifty grand.”