Page 135 of Feed Your Fiends

“I’m giving you my world. The woman that destroyed it for us both when she leaked that email. I want you to do what I couldn’t. I shattered her, then I glued her back together.”

“All for this moment?”

“Irrevocably break her like you broke Jarett in the most unfathomable ways. I don’t ever want to see her whole again.”

Elle

I don’t want anything he’s given me to touch my skin because itburns.I want out of everything, this penthouse, these clothes, whatever the fuck this is with Gant, even my own body,NOW.

I tear off the stupid polo shirt he’d bought me and toss it over my head, tears running down my cheeks, before tugging at that stupid button I thought was so adorable a half-hour ago on my pleated skirt. I can’t bear for the fabric to touch me.

Nothing! I want nothing from him!

“Rin!” I scream, not giving a damn if anyone hears me, as I run down the hallway. My voice echoes, bounding off the triple-height ceiling and walls.

My feet slap against the floor as I sprint for Bart’s room and collide against it in my haste to turn the stupid door handle that’s suddenly too slick from my sweaty palms. I fiddle with it, creating a metallic series of clicks, before I finally manage to shove it open.

“Rin?” I push open the closet door. Then the bathroom door. “RIN!”

Nothing. No one.

I sink onto the bed, and that’s when I catch sight of myself in the mirror. In that stupid matching emerald green lingerie set Gant lovingly put on me, thewhore.The temporary wet hole he was handing over to his father. Is that why he chose this set?

Unable to get the hooks unfastened in my frustration, I rip it over my head and toss it to the floor before rolling the thong down my legs until I’m ass out on the bed. Until my shoulders shake uncontrollably because what the fuck am I still doing here?

I don’t give a fuck about the three hundred grand any more.I text Rin through a blur of tears.Get the one hundred grand from Beaussip and keep a bigger cut. I’m done. With everything.Not even a half second later, the devil horn emoji comes up.

Rin-seandRepeat:Less money, but more humiliation. Now that’s petty… Welcome to the darkness.

I barely have time to read the last line before a noise echoes down the hallway, and I realize it’s footsteps a second too late.

Fuck.

I jump to my feet as the door handle turns.

Rin?The question flits briefly through my mind, but then I spot spiky shoes beneath the door. Cricket shoes, I’d learned, and they’re not the black ones Gant had on. No, these are white and far too big. I dive for the bra before slipping into the closet and stumbling in the darkness as something tangles around my ankle. A strap to a duffle bag. The lumpy thing muffles the sound of my fall, but I freeze as the bedroom door shuts. Pressing my cheek flat against the hardwood, I watch as the cricket shoes walk past the closet door and into the bathroom.

Gant said Bart never stayed at the penthouse!

Then it dawns on me. He wants his father to break me, and what better way than with an ambush?

My heart thuds in my ears as the shower starts, and I know it’s my only shot to escape this lair I’d stupidly walked back into.

Get out. I have to get out. Now!

I ease the door open soundlessly and peek around the wood into the empty room. The bathroom door is cracked, steam already filtering out. I tiptoe out of the closest and make it midway to the door before freezing because my panties are sticking out from beneath the bed.

Leave them! Who cares if Bart or even Heldina finds them? Just go!

I reach for the door handle, my fingers extended and just seconds away from touching the knob.

“Elle?”

I turn to see Bart Auclair emerging from the bathroom in nothing but his briefs and a towel around his neck. He’s shredded, carved from marble and just as imposing.

“I…”

He smiles. “Red hair… You must be Eloisa.”

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