Page 40 of Taken Online
He doesn’t flinch.
When I raise my hand again, he grabs my wrist.
“Enough,” he says.
“Enough?” I pull back, eyes narrowing. “Answer me, asshole.”
I wrench my arm from his grip and bolt off the bed. His phone is on the nightstand. No password. He’s too cocky for that.
My fingers fly across the screen. And there it is.
The truth.
The messages. The recordings. The receipts. The username.
Kaleb.
Blake.
Kaleb.
It’s him. It’s always been him.
“Oh my God.” My voice shakes. “You fucking knew me.”
I don’t wait for a reply. I’m already running. I storm down the stairs, phone clutched in my fist like it’s proof of the betrayal, the lie, the sick game he’s been playing since day one.
Behind me, I hear him call my name.
I had never run so fast in my life.
My feet pounded the floor as I flew down his stairs, Blake’s unlocked phone clutched in my hand. I didn’t even care if I tripped or fell at this point. I just needed to get out. Away from him. Away from that house.
From him.
Kaleb.
I knew it. Somewhere deep down, I knew. The way he touched me, the way he talked to me in sessions, the little smirks he tried to hide when he thought I wasn’t looking. But seeing the proof spelled out in his texts, the photos, the goddamn usernames, it shattered something I didn’t know I was still trying to protect.
He knew me. He knew me before I ever stepped into his office.
“You piece of shit,” I muttered, shaking, scrolling through message after message. “You knew me. You fucking knew me.”
I hit the bottom of the staircase and yanked open the front door. I didn’t even grab my jacket. My hands were trembling and my throat burned like I’d swallowed gravel.
He followed. Of course he did.
“Asher, baby, wait. Please let me explain.”
“Don’t call me that.”
I turned to face him, wild-eyed, heart hammering. He had the audacity to look concerned, like I was the one who’d just flipped reality inside out.
“You’ve been Kaleb this whole time?”
His mouth opened, then shut. “Yes.”
My voice cracked. “You were watching me? Talking to me? You sent me fucking gifts. You told me to wear a collar. You jerked off while I—”
