Page 71 of Feel Free to Scream

We pore over the schedule, which currently frees up on Tuesday afternoons at three—today—and at one on Fridays. I have a few free slots in the morning, and if I can manage a marketing class then, it wouldn’t fuck with this job I really want, and need. Especially after Lisa tells me how much she’ll pay per hour.

“Fifty dollars,” I repeat, stunned.

Lisa shrugs. “That’s how much I paid the nannies from the agency we used to use.”

“Will not having a car be a problem?”

Arlo shakes his head. “Octavia has a driver. If you’re going out with her, youwilltake Florian with you, as he’s a security professional. But you should take one of the cars back to school with you in any case.”

I stare at Keller’s double. Mr. Keller senior. “What?”

“We keep a few cars for the staff,” he explains. “One—the blue Audi, I think?—was Octavia’s last live-in nanny’s. It’s insured and all the cars are regularly maintained. Take it.”

Oh. So, insanity is a family trait.

“That’s—”

“You can’t walk here every day, love,” Lisa intervenes. “And, yes, it’s a bit much, but Kellers don’t do half measures. Trust me, they’re not worth arguing with. Besides, if you don’t take one of the cars collecting dusts in the garage, Darius will likely just buy you one once he realizes you’re walking everywhere.”

Arlo snorts. “As he should. It must take you ages to go from the Vesper Tower to campus daily.”

So, he knows I live with his son. And he’s not saying anything against it.

My interview was more of a formality, apparently. I’m given the car, a key to this house, and we agree on a schedule, pending the extra class’s timing.

I’m still completely stunned as I park the almost brand-new car at the back of the Vesper House alongside the half-dozen shiny, expensive vehicles. The Audi is by far the most reasonable of the lot, but it’s also the most expensive car I’ve ever travelled in, let alonedriven.

How has everything become socrazyin a few days?

Keller. That’s how.

28

CLAIRE

I’m in the shower when the door slides open.

“You didn’t tell me you walked,” Keller says, clearly annoyed.

I stare at him, my mind trying to understand why that’s important. “Everyone walks. Walking is no big deal. It’s even healthy,” I say.

He rolls his eyes. “A nice walk along the beach or a hike, sure. But having to walk to class every day? What the fuck, Claire.”

My jaw falls. “That’snormal!”

"That’s a complete waste of time and energy you could spend a different way. On your knees, for instance.” Then he walks into the shower stall, fully dressed.

I watch him remove his phone from his back pocket and toss it on the laundry basket outside before strolling to me, his hand on his belt, unbuckling it.

“Well?” One of his eyebrows crooks. “On your knees, little ghost.”

He lowers his zipper and frees his cock.

I lick my lower lip, slowly complying. Jesus. From this angle, the hard, engorged member is even larger than it seemed before. “I don’t really know how to do this, still,” I remind him.

He completely took over last time.

“I’ll teach you, one day. But right now, I need to fuck your mouth again.”

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