Page 31 of Grimm

Megan remembered nothing from the day Steven had given her a high dose and taken her out of the apartment with him. And she remembered only bits and pieces of the horrible things Steven had her do while she was with him. Daniella pushed her to get counseling, but they’d agreed to shelve it for the time being.

“I still have four weeks before I have to get ready for school. I’m on vacation.” Daniella reached for her half-drunk glass of wine.

Megan swiped it out of her reach. “Gross. You poured that last night. And it’s only ten in the morning.” Megan got up from the couch and took the glass to the kitchen. “Have you heard from him?” Megan asked softly when she came back into the living room.

“Why would I?” she answered, not yet awake enough to pretend she didn’t know who Megan was talking about.

“Um, because he sent your phone back with your other things. Because you two had an intense relationship. Because he paid Marcus FuckFace to release me?” Megan ticked off the same reasons she’d been touting since she found out how much William had paid Marcus for her.

“If he wanted to talk to me, he would have. He wouldn’t have just dumped me here like nothing happened between us.”

Megan folded her arms over her chest. “It sounds like it could have been a fucking nightmare.”

“It wasn’t, though.” Daniella rested her chin on her knees and hugged her legs. “He was, well, arrogant, bullheaded, obsessed with being obeyed. It was— I don’t know.”

Megan sighed. “You said he didn’t touch you the first night.”

“Yeah?”

“And if he had, do you think he would have stopped if you’d said no?”

Daniella blinked. She hadn’t even thought to deny him. In fact, she’d begged him to go further.

“If you’re trying to point out how good of a whore I was for him, it’s not helping.” She wiped her face. So many tears had dried on her skin, it felt tight and burnt.

“I don’t think he saw you that way. He wanted you to keep your stuff in his room, he didn’t want you in the next room. He let you try to find me; he did in fact find me, Daniella! Those aren’t things you do for someone you don’t give a shit about. If all you were was a pussy to him, he would have thrown you in some cell or locked room and visited to get his dick wet.”

Daniella pinched her lip. Megan had good points, but it didn’t matter.

“If he wanted me, he’d be here,” Daniella said. “He wouldn’t have just dropped us off and left.”

“He was angry, upset, confused, whatever, but enough time’s gone by. Go to his house, and demand he talk to you.”

“Demand?” Daniella scoffed. “William doesn’t react well to demands.”

Megan rolled her eyes. “Then do whatever cute thing you do that gets his dick all hard. He’ll listen then.”

“Seduce him?”

“No, don’t get in his pants right away. Do that after you explain everything, after you hear him out. Let him apologize for going all dark alpha on you, then jump in his pants.”

Daniella shook her head. “It’s like you don’t even know me.”

“I do know you. I know that you’ve always kept an arm’s length away from anyone who might fall in love with you because you’re always waiting for the switch-up. But what if there’s no switch here? This may be your chance. The real deal.” Megan clapped her hands. “So, get showered, put on some clean clothes, and get your ass across town.”

Daniella pushed herself up from the couch and shuffled past Megan on the way to her bedroom.

“Except there was a switch. He got tired of me, and he left. This isn’t my chance. He’s not the real deal.” She rubbed her eyes. “I’m taking a nap.”

“Dani!” Megan called after her, but Daniella shut her bedroom door and flipped the lock on the handle.

She just needed to sleep him away.

Then she could pick herself up and get on with her life.

One situation done. Moving on to the next.

Chapter 13

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