Page 49 of Captivated By You
CHAPTER
EIGHTEEN
CLAUDIA
Go to your room, Claudia.
Go to this college, Claudia.
Play the violin, Claudia.
Dance better, Claudia.
Major in this, Claudia.
Wear this, Claudia.
Marry this man, Claudia.
People will believe whatever I tell them to Claudia, and if you behave appropriately, I’ll let them believe the best.
When you’re my wife, you’ll do as you’re told, Claudia.
ARGH. Enough. I’d had absolutely enough of especially, the men in my life, although my mother had her faults and commands too, acting as if just because I was at their side, meant I wasn’t capable of thinking for myself or doing anything I wanted.
This morning had been incredible. Mind-blowing. All the fumbling that girls talked about in high school and the first couple years of college while they were cashing in their V-Cards like an ATM was going to run out of money and they had to get it taken care of before there were no more dicks left in the world, had been embarrassing to listen to. It had also left me in no hurry to jump on the bandwagon for one of the many reasons being, not a single one of them had enjoyed that moment.
But Liam? After he’d taken his time with me, sure movements, control, assurances and making it not just good for me butthe best it could possibly behad actually left me thankful that I’d stayed away from bumbling idiots and waited for someone who cared about me.
Of course that caring came with a leash and collar he thought he could parade around and force to heel at his beck and call.
Arrogant, stubborn man.
I was overreacting, I knew that. Even as I held the facade, which I was planning on doing to avoid letting him see my pain and anguish, as well as my regret, I already knew I’d lashed out at Liam, not from the decision to be bitchy as soon as he took my virginity, but from fear.
What would Harrison do if he saw me, not just with a celebrity, but at his family’s home in Kansas? There were too many choices and none of them good. He was more stubborn than the antsy man next to me.
I had to come clean before Liam found out, before Harrison pushed everything and showed up like I knew he had the power to do.
It wasn’t the time, and who knew when it would become a good time. I stayed silent, stewing in my own regret and letting Liam cling to his anger.
It hadn’t been the time to put my foot down, I’d intended to talk to him about it on the plane. Instead, once we’d boarded, he’d whisked me off to the couch and played with me, bringing me to orgasm and we dry humped on the couch like teenagers and all words had fled my throat besides prayers and moans, giggles and whispers, pleas ofmoreandplease.We’d made out for hours, ate, napped and made out some more unable to keep our hands off each other.
We’d just gotten ourselves refreshed and fixed up when the plane landed and I’d freaked as soon as I saw the Town Car idling for us.
“We’ll be at the hotel in ten minutes,” Liam said and handed me a plastic bag I hadn’t noticed on the seat next to him. “Put this on.”
I took the bag from him, making sure our fingers didn’t touch and peeked in. “A wig?”
“Not so blonde you’ll look trashy but with that and sunglasses, you won’t be recognized.”
Something warm fluttered in my heart and I squeezed the bag closed. “Thank you. That was very kind.”
He nodded and glared out the window, running his hands down his strong, massive thighs. He was nervous and I’d pissed him off.
What a time for me to throw a tantrum.
Still, the reminder he owned me made me not feeltoohorrible. He didn’t need to continue throwing it in my face.
