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“What’s in the locked room upstairs?” I blurted, unable to stop thecuriosity getting the better of me. I’d been thinking about that room all day, more than certain that my sketchbooks were hidden away in there.
A knowing smirk pulled at Nash’s lips, making me want to pick up thebowl of curry and pour it over his head. “Figured you’d try to get in there.”
“Is that where my books are?” I snapped, my temper rising.
Scooping another portion of rice and curry onto his spoon, Nash ateit slowly before he bothered to give me an answer. “Your books are safe. But that room is off limits for now.”
I couldn’t help but raise a brow in question, my curiosity growingdeeper about why I couldn’t see what was in that room.
There was no point arguing with him. I knew enough about Nash toknow that he thought he was in control of me, and if I pushed, I’d only end up being tortured. No doubt with the deprivation of orgasms, and I’d only just gotten over the last time the asshole did that.
Even if the orgasm was worth it by the time he let me come.
We ate the rest of the dinner in silence. By now, I’d lost myappetite, my anger toward Nash getting the better of me. At least the guilt for lacing his dinner with onions had gone, and I was counting down the seconds until his digestive system realized it had been poisoned.
“That was delicious, Savannah,” Nash said eventually, putting hiscutlery down when his plate was empty.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied, letting my own smug smile gracemy lips.
He stood, collecting the plates and bowls from the table, only tofreeze when his stomach let out the deepest growl I’d ever heard, and the contentment he’d been wearing on his face fell.
“Did you put onions in the curry?” he said, worry pulling at his brow.
“Oops, was I not supposed to?” I replied, doing my best to feigninnocence.
Nash dropped the plates back on the table as his stomachgrumbled furiously. “Fuck, Savannah! Onions make me ill!”
“Oh, now you mention it, Jessica did say something about that. Musthave slipped my mind.” I met his eyes, his filled with panic, mine filled with mirth. “You know, I was probably distracted wondering where my sketchbooks were.”
His eyes narrowed on me, and it looked like he was about tolaunch into a tirade when his hand shot to his gurgling stomach. “Oh, god!”
I wasn’t sure if Nash heard my chuckle as he spun and hot-footed it out of the room, no doubt heading for the nearest toilet.
I sat back in my chair, smiling to myself.
Mission accomplished.
Chapter 19
Nash
Spending the evening with the world falling out of my ass is not howI’d planned on spending the first night at home with Savannah.
All day I’d been looking forward to getting back to her, certain I couldconvince her to take a dip with me in the hot tub, before taking her to bed and finally getting to find out what her cunt felt like around my cock.
But no. Thanks to her, I was awake most of the night with mystomach gripping so tightly from pain that at times I was sure I was going to pass out.
The only good thing to come out of the literal shitty situation was thatwithin an hour of me groaning in pain, Savannah’s conscience struck, and she profusely apologized, begged for forgiveness, and kept asking if there was anything she could do to help.
When I emerged from the bathroom several hours later, it wasto find her sitting on the floor outside the bathroom, her head in her hands and a look of remorse on her face.
I could barely look at her though. She’d done it on purpose, all because I wouldn’t let her have her sketchbooks. The irony was that I didn’t even have them; I’d given the books to a friend who worked in the fashion industry to see if they had any ideas on how to get Savannah’s career off the ground. I hadn’t wanted to tell her in case nothing came of it.
Grumbling that I was going to bed, Savannah followed behind me,her head drooping as if she was a little kid who had just been scolded by a parent. Once we were in bed, I turned the light out, not bothering to acknowledge her when she said goodnight.
To say I was pissed was an understatement.
Thankfully, my stomach settled enough for me to get a few hoursof sleep, which was more than what could be said for Savannah. All night, she tossed and turned next to me, and I hoped her guilt was enough for her to not pull such a stupid stunt again.
