Page 8 of Rock Hard
He grabbed his high-tech phone and stabbed at the screen. His scowl deepened when it reached a second ring, then a third, before it was picked up.
“Where the fuck are you?”
Alice’s exhale from the other end of the connection was clearly audible. “You didn’t read the note I left for you, did you?”
“What note? I didn’t see a ...”
His gaze landed on a folded note card sitting atop a notebook-sized laptop on the dresser. Alice’s laptop. She was never without it. What was it doing here? An odd feeling, one he wasn’t used to experiencing, tightened his chest.
“What does it say?”
“Read it.”
He didn’t want to. “Tell me.”
She exhaled. “I’m sorry, Rex. I just can’t do it anymore.” Then the call was disconnected.
He stared at the phone in shock. She didnotjust hang up on him. Stunned, he reached for the card and opened it, growing increasingly incensed as the words leapt off the paper ...
Resignation...Effective immediately...Schedule on laptop...Goodbye...
He roared again, shredding the card with the sharp claws that had extended from his right hand.
Alice really was gone. She had left him. She hadlefthim, after everything he had done for her!
He grabbed the laptop and threw it against the wall with enough force to bury it in the plaster. Then he swiped out with a hand that had now gone full paw and sent the massive dresser crashing to the ground.
This was the kind of shit he got for being lenient. For letting her get away with things he wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else. He should have just fucked her, given them both what they wanted.
Lesson learned. No more Mr. Nice Guy.
She would be back. She didn’t realize how good she’d had it, but she would. And when she did, he wasn’t going to make it easy. No. He was going to make her beg for her job back. Crawl on hands and knees. And there woulddefinitelybe cock sucking involved.
