Page 66 of Sweetest Revenge

The first link that came up was the New York Times post about his downfall.

I kept scrolling, looking at all the headlines. All the ones detailing him stealing money. Taking advantage of his employees.

I didn’t dare click on any of them. The tears were filling my eyes at such a rapid pace that after a few scrolls I couldn’t read any of them anymore.

I placed my phone face down on my lap, sitting there in my sadness.

Fuck. Just one look. Read just one of them.

Picking my phone up, my fingers hovered over a link.

Do it. Just fucking do it already.

Warren’s warm hand was suddenly on mine, pushing the phone down.

I turned to him, my arms wrapping around his waist.

I led him on last night. I made him think he had me, only to turn him away. And somehow, he’s still here. Like he knew I needed him.

“I don’t want to be here anymore,” I said, my voice muffled by his torso. “I’m going crazy.”

His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and we just stayed there while he held me. He didn’t call me out on it. He didn’t say anything.

Minutes went by until he finally asked, “So you’re saying I need to fire Maxwell for hurting my prized possession, hm?”

I was grateful for the levity. And as much as I didn’t want to be owned, Warren calling me prized sent butterflies racing through my belly.

“Can we just… go somewhere?”

Meaning, I want to get away from all of this, and hopefully while we’re out, you’ll finally fuck me and make me forget everything.

“Luckily for you, we have a business trip.”

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ADDISON

This was not what I wanted to happen when I asked Warren if we could go somewhere.

My eyes glanced at him. He was typing on his phone with one hand, a coffee in the other. The dark circles under his eyes seemed to have lightened since the charity, and his skin looked refreshed.

At least someone is able to rest.

I, on the other hand, had been obsessively looking at the Google searches to try and find the courage to click on one of the articles, but I hadn’t done it yet.

All it did was leave me sleep-deprived and anxious.

The plane we were flying on was small, with just enough seats for eight passengers and a flight attendant, who was sitting somewhere out of view after Warren had all but snapped at her to go away.

The roar of the jet fell to the background.

“You bought me for two million dollars,” I reminded him as I gripped the computer currently placed on my lap. “And you want to use me to… go through your emails?”

I thought he was joking at first, but his stare told me otherwise.

His amber eyes looked up at me, an amused grin spreading across his face.

“I can use your body how I see fit,” he said. “Whether that’s riding my cock or being my assistant is up to me.”

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