He smirks, like I’m just a dumb girl.
“Sure, baby.”
I squint. “That wasn’t torture stuff?”
“You’re home. You got off, Charlotte. I forgave you. What more could you want?”
“I was justcurious about—”
“Don’teverwatch that kind of porn. You. That’s all I want. This.”
He kisses my hand and adds casually, “I got a second job.”
“You did? Where?”
“A slaughterhouse. It’s ugly work, but they don’t care about my record. We still need seven grand to save the house, but if I pick up enough extra hours, I think I can get us there. You won’t have to work at that tourist shop anymore. Focus on your new career instead. Pass your tests.”
I sit up fast. “Grayson! That’s... so sweet.”
“And if you need a fucking ride, you callme. Day or night.”
I stare, astonished, but he rolls on his back, drifting off fast, no doubt exhausted from work, the chaos, the sex.
I lay my head down, watching him. He doesn’t hold me close, but I smirk when I notice his fingers clutching the handcuff chain.
I stay up for a while. Thinking.
He’s my everything, too. I love him...
But I am curious. IguessI satisfied all his needs. Yet, if he doesn’t want me to watch that type of porn, then I mustnotbe the kind of girl he once craved. A girl who could handle seeing it.
Maybe he still craves those girls.
Maybe I should watch that type of porn to learn stuff. Impress him.
Although, I bet I did exactly what those girls do. Better, too! Just look at him. He’s sleeping so hard. Yep. Completely satisfied. I shouldn’t feel insecure.
I’m confident. Sexy.
In fact, I am comfortable enough to watch that porn... or even seehisvideos.
Yep. I could bear it. Seeing him with another woman. That’s the past. I just blew his mind. What could it hurt?
Chapter 33
Grayson
Too fucking early. Two hours of sleep and I already want to kill someone.
I crawl over Charlotte and shower again. Let her sleep longer. Make her breakfast. Then go unlock her cuffs.
The key was in van-boy’s wallet, right beside a brass badge. Stolen or legit, I don’t care. If he shows up again, I’ll put a hole in his fucking skull.
She doesn’t even flinch as the cuffsclickoff her wrists.
So I smack her ass.
“Up. Class. Now,” I growl.
