Page 8 of Envious Girl
Then she was gone and he couldn’t stop her, could only watch in agony as she ran from him, barely even stopping to get her things.
He tried to run after her, but Theo needed him for something and when he got to the main floor, he was bombarded with people who needed him.
He felt broken inside as she rushed out of the doors and he broke away from the crowd, pushing out of the door and watching as she got in a beat-up tiny car that had duct tape on the mirror, the bumper, and holding the tailpipe up.
It smoked and coughed and it lurched forward as she tried to get enough momentum to get out of the parking lot.
He pulled at his hair, angry. He had never touched a woman before and now the one he wanted, was gone.
Believing that he could be a man that used women in that way. Hell no.
When he walked back inside, he pulled up her records and cursed when he saw it was a fake number and address.
And as he looked closely at the I.D. she had left, he saw that it too was fake.
That the numbers didn’t match up to a real license and he knew deep in his soul his woman wasn’t old enough to work in his club.
He cursed again and prayed she was old enough for him to take.
Because she was his and he would rip the city apart to find her.
