Page 11 of Property of Lucian

He looked at me with disbelief.

“I wouldn’t lie to you,” I said smoothly. I got out of the bed, picking up his hoodie. “Can I keep wearing this? I have nothing else.”

He looked down at the phone and then back at me before he nodded firmly.

“You know we have fucked twice, you’ve saved my daughter twice, and I’ve lost count how many times you’ve given me head. But we haven’t had one conversation yet.” His voice had a slight wonder to it, and he looked up from the phone at me. “I gave you the chance to escape but you didn’t take it. You are loyalty, honest, and put my daughter’s safety before your own . . .. Why?”

I inhaled deeply. I couldn’t tell him the honest answer because no one would believe me. Hell, I didn’t even believe my reason.

“Guess my priorities are fucked up.” I frowned. “You left that phone in that pocket on purpose, didn’t you?” I just put two and two together. He wanted me to escape, why? Why would he want his property to run from him? Was he rewarding me for saving his daughter? Did he want to free me from this life?

And as I looked at him, I got my answer. Yes. To all of them. He wanted me to escape, he wanted me to be free because I had saved his daughter from those men.

Or did he just not want me?

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