Page 12 of Obsessed Fox

CHAPTER FIVE

Maisie

This was why I didn't do sleepovers. Not that I’ve had many opportunities over the past decade. Being on the run and all kinda meant one-night stands were the only option when I needed to scratch the sex itch. Otherwise, it was toys for the win.

"Will you stop being stubborn and just tell me what you want for breakfast?" Hendrix's demand pulled me away from chastising myself for what I let happen.

"Don't you have someplace to be? Your forty-eight-hour window is slowly dwindling and you're wasting it arguing with me."

And having sex. Couldn't forget the mind-blowing sex we had last night. Multiple times actually.

I mentally groaned at the memory, and the fact that I could still feel Hendrix between my legs.

"I had plenty of time to start working while I stayed awake making sure you didn't try to slip out on me in the middle of the night."

My jaw practically unhinged from the force of it dropping open at his implication. The worst part was I had been considering slipping away but passed out from too many orgasms.

I never thought I would be saying that to myself.

I crossed my arms over my chest and stared at him across the island in the small kitchen. Hendrix insisted I take a seat on one of the stools when I first walked into the room five minutes ago, but because it went against everything in me to listen to him outside of the bedroom, I was holding my ground and standing up.

It was a childish move, but I never said I was mature when it came to trying to get my way.

"I said I would give you forty-eight hours."

Hendrix mimicked my stance and crossed his arms. His damn biceps strained against his tight shirt and tried to distract me. I forced myself to focus on his face but the smirk on his lips made me want to smack him. He knew exactly what he was doing to my mind and body.

"And I know you well enough to predict that if given the chance, you would've snuck out and run away."

I hated that he knew me so well. Being predictable was not something that sat well with me.

"Whatever," I sulked. I wasn't about to tell him he was right, and lying wasn't something I did if I could help it. Changing the subject was the only possible solution.

"What did you find out?"

"I'll tell you if you sit down and eat something."

I squinted my eyes and shot hot flaming daggers at him. "Blackmail? Seriously? That's what you're resorting to?"

Hendrix didn't look the least bit fazed by my attitude. "If that's what it takes, then sure. I never said I had any morals."

There was no response for that. With a huff, I took a seat and pointed to the carton of eggs that were on the island long before I walked into the room.

"An omelet, please."

"See? Was that so hard?" Hendrix gathered the rest of the ingredients he needed from the fridge and put others away. He had given me several options when I walked in including pancakes, waffles, French toast, an English muffin, and every egg option under the sun. The man was serious about his breakfast choices.

"It was." I propped my chin in my hands and watched him work. It was rare people cooked for me. I was usually the one so busy at the bakery that I just ate whatever tickled my fancy that day. Janie complained I needed to get out more. It looked like she was now getting her wish. "Now spill."

"There's no warrant out for your arrest." His eyes never lifted from where he was focused on the ham he was cutting into small cubes. "Not under your current name or your former one."

That gave me pause. "Are you sure?"

Like an amateur, I left the knife at both crime scenes with my fingerprints all over them. There was no way a warrant wasn’t out for me. Especially for Atlas's murder. I could understand there not being one for yesterday's incident; it was self-defense. But there was nothing about the first one that hinted to anything other than murder. I killed him in cold blood for what he did to my friends.

"Positive." Hendrix sounded so sure as he flipped the omelet in the skillet. "I even checked with the local police department. Atlas Decker is presumed dead but a body has never been found and they have no leads on what led to his disappearance."

I was dumbfounded. Completely and utterly stumped. "How is that possible? I left him lying in a pool of blood. The knife was still in his neck.”

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