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“Think about it? Daddy wants compliance.” He lifted my chin and I felt like a flower in the shadow of a mountain.
“What’s in it for me if I comply with Daddy?”
“I’ll eat your pussy until you cry.” The nasty words fell from his mouth so easily.
“Deal,” I said without hesitation. I’m not stupid. I know a good deal when I see one.
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The I-made-millions-off-Blake’s-hard-work party was already crowded when Devanté and I arrived. Also, I renamed the party in the elevator.
The spacious room was gorgeous with marble floors and plush gold furniture. I felt like a celebrity. I was shocked so many people came. The patio doors were open, letting a small crowd spill into the night, talking and drinking.
I tightened my hold on Devanté’s arm as we moved deeper into the crowd. I still hated being around too many people at once. I did best with one on one interactions. Crowds drained me.
“You’re fine,” Devanté whispered in my ear. I pasted a smile on my face and nodded. “I promise when we get out of here, we’ll pick up where we left off at your place.”
“You’re so good at consolation prizes. I knew you weren’t just a pretty face.”
“Watch your mouth, Miss Remington.” His smile was so bright and genuine that it immediately attracted every female eye in the room. All the women looked at us. I knew I was gorgeous but they weren’t looking at me.
“Blake!” Noa rushed over to me with Molly beside her. “Oh my god, you two couldn’t pry yourselves off each other long enough to be a little bit on time?”
“I told you I’d be running late,” I said clearing my throat.
“Running late is ten or fifteen minutes. You’re like forty minutes late.” Even though jazz music danced through the air, I still heard her fussing over the notes.
“I’m sorry, that was my fault,” Devanté said, reaching out for Noa’s hand to kiss.
“You’re still not off the hook,” she wagged a finger at him.
“You look good guys!” Molly chirped, clasping her hands together. “Was this planned?” She pointed to our matching outfits.
“Not at all. It works out though. If we’re going public with our relationship, might as well match.” Molly and Noa exchanged glances.
“Going public?” Molly said, looking to Devanté for answers. Nerves twisted my stomach at the thought of letting everyone know I was with him. Now, I was able to recognize the mounting fear.
I was good enough for Devanté Morgan. I’d always been good enough for him. We fit. We were perfect timing. Clockwork.
I rolled my shoulders, pushing anxiety out of my muscles and bones. “Yup, we’re going public,” I said with pride in my voice. Devanté leaned down and kissed my cheek.
“Okay…I didn’t know you two were in a relationship. I knew you were messing around though.” Molly held a finger in the air. “Well, congratulations, guys!” I looked at Molly…I mean really looked at her. Faint red bruises circled her throat and there were more ringing her wrists.
I pulled Noa close and spoke in her ear. “What the fuck kind of kinky shit are you and Molly into?” Noa wasn’t without love bruises along her collarbones.
“We’re here to celebrate all the hard work you’ve done for Watson over the past eight years. Let’s kick this party off! I’ll find Mr. Perez. He’s around here somewhere.” She broke away from me but she knew damn well we had unfinished business. I needed to know all the tea.
“Fuck,” Devanté groaned, tipping his head back. My eyes scanned the crowd and I saw the source of his annoyance.
Gabi Perez.
She still looked the same. Tall, slender, expertly applied makeup, and long dark hair. She wore a cobalt blue spaghetti strap bandage dress that hugged her tiny waist and narrow hips. As usual, men gawked at her.
“I didn’t expect to see her here,” Devanté grimaced.
“Neither did I. Perez knows we don’t get along.”
“Blake, there you are.” Mr. Perez’s voice came from behind me. I turned to face him with my cut and paste smile and gave him a warm hug. “Mr. Morgan, I’m glad you could make it.”
