Page 55 of Love Bites
Katheryn glared. “So, I’m your prisoner now?”
He shrugged. “I’m just taking the necessary precautions.”
Finished dressing, he went to the bureau and fixed his hair. “You’ll be confined to certain locations until your stubbornness recedes and you start acting like the Katheryn Meyers I know.”
She tried not to scream and pelt another lamp at his stupid face. “So whereamI allowed to go?” She had to think of a new plan and fast.
“Here, your parents’ house, my office, the museums or your office, the grocery store, etc. But there will be no clothes shopping, no internet or ordering online and most definitely no calling your lover. I will be informed of your every move.”
When he was finished combing his hair, he walked over to where Katheryn sat.
“Have a good day, darling.” He bent down for a kiss.
She tried to turn her head away to refuse, but he held her in place by the back of the neck, gripping her almost painfully. When she stopped struggling he pressed his lips against hers then walked out of their apartment.
Katheryn spat his taste onto the floor and threw herself onto the bed, took in a deep breath, and began to scream, not caring if her escort reported it back to him or not.
* * *
“Kathy, dear, do pay attention,”Mrs. Meyers snapped her manicured fingers in front of Katheryn’s dazed eyes.
“I’m sorry, what?” Katheryn looked up at her mother, not having caught the gist of the conversation.
“I said the cookies and tea are delicious, and it was such a good idea to replace our old bag of a cook for a new one, don’t you think?”
Katheryn stared at her mother, trying not to let her distaste and unhappiness show. The woman wore a pretty little sun hat that shadowed her freckled face, and wisps of red hair flew around her plump cheeks. The bright yellow sundress she wore was almost too painful to look at.
After Hunter left, Katheryn had attempted to sleep, but memories of Ignacio and feeling of hopelessness had kept her awake. She'd tried reaching out for him with her mind, sensing him like he said Soul Mates were able to do, but she'd found nothing. Instead of falling into despair like she wanted to, she’d hopped in the shower and changed into more comfortable clothing to meet with her mother for tea.
Her parents’ betrayal gnawed at Katheryn, and she hadn’t really wanted to see her mother, but she had to ask for herself if what Hunter had told her was true or not. Had they sold her to Hunter like a slab of meat? However, from the moment she’d arrived at her parents’ house, her mother had talked nonstop, not letting Katheryn get a word in edgeways. Katheryn had settled into her chair on the balcony where they were taking tea, and let her mind wander back to Spain, where she belonged.
“Hmm,” Katheryn replied noncommittally then absently stirred her tea. Bone-deep sadness threatened her with tears, but she kept them at bay. She was a prisoner, being watched like a hawk by Hunter’s burly guard, who stood behind them.And mother doesn’t give a rat’s ass about me.
She sighed.
“Kathy, are you feeling jetlagged? Is that why you’re so quiet?”
A vein in Katheryn’s neck twitched with annoyance. She slammed her teacup into its saucer and confronted her mother. “No, I am not jetlagged, I’m pissed off, Mother, and very annoyed!”
Her mother narrowed her eyes then set down her own teacup. She crossed her fingers on the table in front of her.
“I don’t understand why. You’re home now, with your family and, more importantly, you’ve made up with Hunter.” She gave a wide smile that chilled Katheryn to the bone.
“I haven’t made up with Hunter, Mother. In fact, I don’t want to even be here.”
“I’m afraid you have no choice, Kathy,” her mother replied.
“I don’t have a choice, because you sold me!” Katheryn stood, letting her chair scrape across the ground behind her, palms slapping against the surface of the table.
But her mother appeared unscathed by the accusation. Her eerie calm distressed Katheryn even more.
“What is your point, Kathy?” she asked after a moment. “Do you want an apology?”
Katheryn’s mouth fell open. “You won’t even deny it?”
Mrs. Meyers shrugged. “There’s no use denying what’s true. Although, I wouldn’t quite say we sold you. That sounds a bit extreme.”
“So what would you call it?” Katheryn demanded through gritted teeth.
