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Warren paused. “Begging now, Addi?”

I gritted my teeth. If I had enough money for this dress, at least half my problems would disappear. I couldn’t just let him carelessly spend this much.

“I don’t need it. Really.”

“Why is that, Addi?” He raised a brow at me. “You’d rather go naked? The press would enjoy that.” He paused, a smile pulling at his lips. “Actually, I’d prefer that to any dress in here.”

My heart stopped in my chest, and for the first time in a while, I was left speechless.

12

ADDISON

Warren’s manor was dark. His security detail was outside patrolling; I could see their flashlights every now and then when I looked out the windows to the yard.

There were more of them than I’d ever seen, even at my father’s estate.

I guessed it was warranted. I bet I wasn’t the only person who hated Warren for the piece-of-shit person he was.

A man like Warren had to have tons of enemies. The real question was, Why am I the first one to infiltrate his life? My purpose was lightly disguised, and Warren had already expressed his doubts.

It wouldn’t be long until he was sure of my true motives, though I hoped it would be after I was long gone.

My body was alight with nervous energy. I couldn’t spend another hour in my room, staring at the ceiling. I was getting antsy.

Every moment I stayed there, lying on the comfy sheets, was another moment that I wasn’t out getting revenge for my parents. Even after a couple of days, I still hadn’t stumbled upon anything notable.

And I couldn't let myself become complacent.

I felt it happening. Felt my body relaxing into a life filled with riches and little wants. I thought the anger would keep me going for longer, that every time I felt his million-thread-count sheets or smelled his thousand-dollar cologne, I’d be filled with a burst of hatred for the man.

And I was.

But life since the downfall had been hard.

And who on this planet wouldn’t take a breather when the down comforter threatened to drown them in the softest feathers they’d ever felt?

I wished I wasn’t so affected by the luxuries in his house. They had belonged to me once too. My life hadn't been that much different from his. I could still remember it.

Could still taste it.

Eight years wasn’t that long.

But it felt like a long time since I was able to live so comfortably. So easily.

So living with the threat of Warren fucking the brat out of you is comfortable now, is it?

I shivered at my inner voice as images of me kneeling in front of Warren immediately came to mind.

Heat swam in my belly. My mouth watered at the unrealized fantasy of him zipping down his pants, taking out his cock, his hand tangling itself in my hair, and him finally fucking my face like I’ve always?—

I wished I wasn’t so affected by the man in his house.

I covered my mouth with the back of my hand as my skin heated.

He’s a monster. A monster. A monster. A monster.

I chanted it in my head until I couldn’t anymore, snapping myself out of whatever lustful haze had fallen over me.

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