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I’m just about to suck on her other nipple when my phone rings. I curse loudly as she groans in disappointment.

“Sorry, baby,” I mutter and take the phone out of my pocket, my left hand gripping her waist.

I check my phone. It’s Damien.

“This had better be good,” I snap harshly when I answer the call.

I’ve put Damien on the case of finding Sophia’s idiot brother for me. The thought that I might be able to punish Daryl for the pain he’s inflicted on Sophia is the only thing that could tear me away from her in this moment.

“I haven’t quite found him yet, but I have a lead—I know somewhere he might be,” Damien says. “You want to be there when I check it out?”

I grip the phone tighter. “Yes. Don’t go without me. Text me the details.” I end the call and look up at Sophia. “I have to go. Damien needs me,” I explain, leaving out the part about her brother.

Sophia nods, taking in the seriousness of the situation, though she doesn’t ask any questions. “It’s alright,” she assures me.

She pushes off the bed to stand and I get up too, straightening my clothes. Damien’s voice was enough to banish my arousal. I gently kiss her lips. “I’ll be back soon, baby,” I say to her.

“Be careful,” she answers, and my heart trips.

I’m not used to having someone waiting for me to come home. And now I’m reluctant to leave.

Damn you, Damien!

I sigh and head out.

Chapter Seven

Sophia

After Grayson leaves, I change into his sweatshirt and pants, and move to wait for him in the huge living area. I start to go through the camera roll, admiring the pictures he took of me. He has a knack for capturing my curves in the best way. From these pictures, I can tell how he really feels about me.

Some of the pictures are outright comedic. Like when I tried to strike a sexy cougar pose and failed horribly. The ones he took in the kitchen make me pant just by looking at them. I can see the blatant desire in my eyes and the post-orgasm flush to my cheeks. They are truly sexy and beautiful pictures.

All of a sudden I miss Grayson. It’s only been ten minutes since he left, and already I miss his touch, his hesitant smile, his gruffness and possessiveness. His ability to make me feel safe is unrivaled. I make a mental note to take more photos of him next time so I can have something to look at when he’s not beside me.

There’s a soft, insistent knock on the door. I frown.Who could it be?

I know Grayson wouldn’t be knocking at his own house. My movements are tentative as I walk toward the door. It could be the maid. I open the door and my heart slams hard in my chest.

It’s Daryl.

“Hey, buttercup,” he says in a too-sweet voice that I always used to fall for.

Not now.

Now I know better.

Before I can react, he pushes his way in, looking around the large space with wide, greedy eyes.

What is Daryl doing here? How did he know where to find me? What does he want?

So many questions and I have no answers for them.

“Why are you here?” I ask, breaking the oppressive silence. “I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

His smile stays put as he finally looks at me. “I’m sorry it took me so long, Soph. When I finally got the money to get you back, they told me you’d been auctioned, even though I never agreed to that. I found out about your buyer, seems like quite a guy. Anyway, I came to get you back. I promised I’d never abandon you, didn’t I?”

I stare him down, feeling braver than before. “You mean the money you received after Grayson paid for me? You’ve spent it all, haven’t you?” The slight flare in his eyes is the only answer I need. “And now you want me back so you can sell me again. Is that right?”

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