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Jake:Get my personal car service for Sienna Winslow.
Three minutes later, Mort texted me back.
Mortimer:Eddy’s driving her.He will text you when she’s home.
I had a week.I’d text her, stroking her need.Then, I’d come back early, feed her some bullshit about missing her, and she’d be mine to control.
Chapter Nine—Do you have BEG?
Jake
On Sunday night, after my so-called return from Sweden, I was lounging in the living room in front of the game with Sile.I’d texted Morrison’s daughter the day before to tell her I was back, and she’d texted back she’d missed me, blubbering about how much she’d enjoyed the pathetic blowjob she’d given me.
When my cell pinged, I tagged it from the coffee table piled under junk food while Sile caught the remote to pause the game.
Mort was calling.
“Mort.”
“Jake, there’s a Gabrielle Ashford demanding to see you.”
“Demanding to see me?”
At my words, Sile mouthed, “What the fuck?”
Mort chuckled.“Mitch is working tonight, so he’s doing his thing.”Which was repeating over and over in a droning tone that I didn’t expect guests.
This was good.“Make her wait until I call you.”
“Understood,” he replied.
I turned to Sile.“The Ashford girl is downstairs,” I said while typing on my cell.
“And what are you doing?”
“Texting Sienna to tell her that her friend just showed up.”
