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Liam Olsen wouldn’t be a problem for the foreseeable.
“Is that it? Can I go?” Liam said without the slightest hint of remorse.He couldn’t meet Savannah’s eyes though, the damn coward.
I nodded. “Fox, would you be so kind as to escort Liam to the nearestbank so he can cash his check, and then make sure he is onthe first flight out of the country,” I said, holding back my grin at knowing Fox would be there to witness Liam’s arrest.
“It’d be my honor,” Fox said, nodding his head toward Savannahwho was staring blankly at Liam. “Come on, dickwad, let’s go.”
Fox yanked Liam’s arm and tugged him out of the room, leavingSavannah and me alone. It wasn’t long until the sound of Fox’s Challenger rumbled to life, followed by the sound of tires squealing.
When the noise of the engine died away, I took Savannah’s handand gently kissed her knuckles which were already beginning to bruise. “You okay?”
“You know what? Surprisingly, I am. I won’t lie, hearing all that hurt,and I’ll never forgive Liam for what he’s done, but I’m glad I know the truth.” She looked down at our clasped hands. “And in a way, I’m glad he did what he did because it led me to you.”
With my free hand, I stroked her soft cheeks before leaning in, andgiving her a quick kiss on the lips.
“Me too, sweetheart,” I replied, giving her another kiss. “Sadly for you,this isn’t over though.”
She pulled back, her brows furrowed. “What more bullshit could youpossibly drop on me, Nash?”
I smirked. “Your punishment, sweetheart. Your punishment forrunning.”
Chapter 30
Savannah
My punishment was pure torture. For a whole week, Nash deprivedme of orgasms. It would have been bad enough if he refused to touch me like he’d done before, but no.
Every day, he would spend hours bringing me to the brink of anorgasm, only to deprive me of it. He forbade me to come, telling me that if I did, he would extend my punishment.
I was already climbing the walls with desperation, so as hard as itwas to stop myself from coming, I somehow managed it, refusing to let my punishment go on for longer than necessary.
The days hadn’t been all fun and games though. When we arrivedhome, I locked myself away and cried my eyes out. Cried for the girl who had been betrayed by her childhood sweetheart. Cried for the woman who tried so hard to keep herself afloat when her world was crumblingdown around her. Cried because I just needed to get all the hurt and heartache out of my system.
Nash held me all night, letting me do what I needed to do, and when Imanaged to compose myself to replay the events of the day, I had a ton of questions. He granted me one night to ask anything I wanted, and then told me I was to never speak of Liam again.
I was only too happy to agree to his order, I didn’t want to wasteanother minute thinking about Liam.
There were a couple of things that didn’t make sense in my head, thefirst being the video Nash showed me back at the hotel in Portland.
When he first showed me the video, I thought Nash had Liamlocked up at that very moment, but Nash set the record straight. He explained that the same day Liam made his choice to take the five million, he put Liam on a private plane destined for England.
The video was simply a recording of his meeting with Liam, but Nashhad wanted to make me believe Liam was locked up, when really he was alive and well, and spending his money in England.
I didn’t know whether to be amazed or horrified at the lengths Nashwas capable of going to in order to get what he wanted.
I’d also asked why he’d agreed to pay Liam the fifteen million dollarsand had taken Liam’s word that this time, he’d stay away when he hadn’t been able to the first time.
That was when Nash filled me in that the check was fake, and whenFox had taken Liam to the bank to cash it, he’d been swiftly arrested for trying to steal the money from Nash’s account.
The next day, I was contacted by a detective from Oregon, asking if Iwanted to make a statement about all the frauds Liam had committed against me, telling me that they’d received evidence to prove that Liam had faked my signature.
I didn’t need to think about it. Later that afternoon, I was in the policestation making my statement with Nash by my side, and I didn’t feel the least bit guilty knowing that Liam was going to go to prison for a long time.
It was the least he deserved for what he had put me through, allbecause of his greed.
A week to the day after finding out the truth, I was busy in mystudio, trying to concentrate on my next outfit for Dominique’s show, and ignoring the overwhelming throb in my pussy.
Nash had headed off to work after eating my pussy twice, both timesdepriving me of coming. I was certain I was at breaking point, and I seriously debated about taking the extended punishment, just so I could relieve myself of the desperation coursing through my body.
