Page 10 of The Monster and the Last Blood Match

But now she had to get back to reality. It was her first real day on the job. She was sure that Beckham was going to want to feed. She needed to prepare herself for when that time came, which meant breakfast. A big hearty breakfast to keep her from feeling lightheaded due to the blood loss.

She shuddered.Blood loss.

Reyna hopped out of bed and looked around for her clothes. She’d gone to bed in an oversize white T-shirt she had found in one of her drawers. It had been a better alternative to getting back in her dirty clothes last night.

But now that she was ready to face the day, she needed her old clothes. And they were nowhere to be found.

She walked into the closet, and her mouth dropped wide open. A quarter of the space was already stocked full of clothes. Dresses upon gorgeous dresses in every color imaginable. Hanging skirts, sheer tops, slick slacks that would surely hug her figure. So many clothes. More than she could have ever dreamed of back at home. She ran her fingers over the expensive materials—satin, lace, silk—and then quickly pulled herself back.What are theydoinghere?

She checked the tags and saw they were all brand new and in her size.But how does anyone know my size?

Though the clothes were beautiful, they didn’t feel likeherclothes. They felt like playing dress-up with a doll. As if someone had picked out clothes haphazardly with no care for the person in mind.

She turned away from the display of clothing and looked through the rest of the room. Drawers were full of undergarments so small and lacy she wasn’t sure they would cover an inch of her body. She closed them hastily.

Her closet had been empty last night. She didn’t understand how anything had gotten inside without her knowing. She didn’t like that anyone had access to her room, even though she hadn’t had one to herself in ten years. She was turning to leave when she noticed her old clothes were piled in the trash can.

“What the—”

She yanked them out of the trash.

“I can’tbelievesomeone would throw away my clothes.”

Reyna tugged her ratty T-shirt back onto her clean body and shimmied into her well-worn jeans. She wasn’t going to wear all that prim and proper clothing. If Beckham had ordered this, then he needed to think again. She wasn’t some doll he could dress up. She would wear whatever she wanted.

Once she had her clothes back on, she rushed out into the living room, only to find it empty. She muttered furiously under her breath and went into the kitchen to make breakfast. She was gathering ingredients for an omelet when Beckham strode out of the back hallway. He looked as imposing as ever, in a black three-piece suit and a dark-purple patterned tie.

He was checking his phone as always and didn’t look up until he heard the first crack of an egg. His eyes found her. Her returning look was steely. He appraised her, and she quickly looked away. Even though she was angry, it was hard to keep eye contact with him. Half of the time he looked like he wanted to have her for breakfast, and the other half he looked like he wanted to break her neck and throw her out the window.

“Why in the world are you still in those hideous clothes?” he demanded tersely.

“Why in the world did you try to throw out my clothes?”

“They’re disgusting.”

“Well, the other clothes didn’t feel like me,” she snapped, cracking another egg and whisking the contents vigorously.

“They are all brand new.”

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. She didn’t even look up at him.

“And very expensive.”

Reyna sighed and made eye contact. “They look like they’re made for a baby doll.” She made a disgusted face. “I don’t know anyone who would wear clothes like that to sit around the house.”

Beckham glared at her. “You don’t know anyone. Of course you wouldn’t know anyone who could wear those clothes.”

She cringed.

“Well, I want something that’s moreme,” she said, holding her ground.

“What you are wearing right now is no longeryou.” His voice was dangerously low. “Trash it.”

“Excuse me?”

Now her eyes were threatening. He couldn’t order her around like this.

“I said trash it.”

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