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Chapter 21

Haylee

“Haylee?”

I slipped away from his chest and went to get up. I couldn’t give him an answer right now. I just couldn’t give up my old life completely. Was that pathetic? I sighed and then threw my legs out of the bed, leaning my head down on my hands. This was a nightmare. I was in a living nightmare. What was worse? I was attracted to Lucian, I wanted Lucian. But at the same time, I didn’t want to accept that the life I had was completely over.

I always saw myself ending this debt, but when Lucian claimed me, I knew to a degree that it was a life sentence. How could I accept that? I would never be the woman to handle real business again. Rage started to run through me. Was I to spend my life cleaning beer mugs?

“Haylee, what’s wrong?”

I got up off the bed and turned to look at him. “What’s wrong is that I’m skilled with a gun, can use my hands to end a life. I’ve never been afraid to spill blood. But you want me to be a cleaner.” I was hormonal, I knew that, yet I couldn’t get a grip on my emotions.

“I want you to be a cleaner ay?” He arched an eyebrow, watching me have my first hormonal fit in front of him.

“Yes! Do you know how many beer mugs I’ve cleaned? Mopped the floors, dishes,” I scoffed. “I’m more than a cleaner.” I pointed a finger at him. “I’ll be your slave in the bedroom, or whereever you need me. But a sex slave is all I’ll be. I won’t be an actual slave.”

He smirked. “Come here.”

“No.”

“Come here.”

“No!”

“Now,” he growled.

I stubbornly walked to his side of the bed. “What?”

He threw the blankets back and got up, pulling me between his legs, trapping me in.

“I don’t want you to be a slave. You’ve always had more power than the common girls around here. No one expects you to be their slave. Bark at one of the girls to do it instead.” He tucked my hair behind my ear and it was incredibly sweet. “I take you at your worst, Haylee, and at your best.”

He linked his hand with mine and ran his thumb over my wedding ring. “I have something I need to show you.”

I stubbornly didn’t move so he couldn’t move.

“Haylee,” he growled. I moved, and he got up. I crossed my arms, being super mature. What the hell has gotten into me? I was hormonal as fuck.

“You wrote this to yourself.” He handed me an envelope. “I don’t know what it says, you sealed it shut with blood so you’d know only your eyes had seen this letter. You wrote it on our wedding night.”

I took the letter.

“You knew you wouldn’t remember it. But I said one day I’d give it to you. Today seems to be the day.” He picked up his shirt. “I’m heading out for a bit.” He then scribbled a number on a notebook and pulled his pants on. “Need me, call me,” he said before he left.

I was so dazzled by the envelope that I didn’t remember till he left—I didn’t have a phone.

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