Page 20 of Sweetest Revenge

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ADDISON

It took a lot of effort to peel my eyes open.

The bed felt like a warm cloud and hugged my body in a way that made it almost impossible to get up.

But as soon as I opened my eyes, saw the black curtains of the four-poster bed above me, and behind it, an extravagant chandelier that sparkled with the little bit of light that was streaming through the edge of my closed curtains., something was clear.

This isn’t home.

I shot up, looking around the room, and hissed when my lower body ached.

Even without using his cock, Warren had somehow still managed to destroy my body. And mind.

I had folded so easily for him. Ready to beg, get on my knees, anything to get him to fuck me.

I didn’t even fully remember how I got to my room. I was weak, barely able to open my eyes, and the walk here was a dreamlike haze, but I distinctly remembered Warren’s hand on my lower back, guiding me.

The room itself was even more luxurious than the one I had when my father was still alive, but more fitting to Warren’s tastes.

Black walls with decorative crown molding. Floors in hard, dark gray tile that he no doubt had imported from somewhere like Italy. Blackout curtains that kept the room mostly dark save for that small corner letting sunshine through.

The only light thing in the room was the all-white bed with gray accents.

And it fucking smells like him.

I hadn’t even had time to look at the bathroom yet; I had been so exhausted that I’d jumped straight into bed, naked and all.

It wasn’t because he told me to sleep naked in case he wanted to visit me.

Nope. Not that at all.

I slipped out of bed, shivering as my feet hit the cold tile.

My first stop was the walk-in closet on the left. All the walls were filled to the brim with clothes and shoes. Some of them formal, some more casual, but all of them undoubtedly picked out specifically by Warren.

I went straight for the loungewear, but even that was from expensive brands like Dior and La Perla. I let my fingers trail along a few of the sleeves, savoring the feel of them.

Nowadays, my clothing was from cheap fast-fashion sites or thrift stores, but even those had become unaffordable in recent months as money got tighter and tighter. I hadn’t seen anything like what was in his closet in years.

It almost annoyed me that he would spend so much money on something as useless as loungewear.

But I grabbed a hoodie and sweat set and set off for the bathroom anyway.

Once I was thoroughly scrubbed, smelling nice, and ready to get destroyed once more by Warren, I set off to do some snooping.

Getting into his house was the first step.

The second?

Find any incriminating evidence that showed just how fucked up he was. Something that would put him and his livelihood at risk, just like he had done to Father.

My phone told me it was still early, and Warren was usually the first in the office, so it should be safe to snoop.

I walked through the hallway, looking inside each room.

A guest room, a game room, a gym, a sauna… but no office or bedroom.

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