Page 185 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
It was impossiblenotto love Alistair Graves.
And that was a terrifying thought.
Chapter 16
Alistair
Her location dot blinked on the screen—right in the middle of the university’s main building. The canteen. I leaned back in my chair and watched it pulse. Of course she was using her lunch break wisely. Good girl. Always trying so hard to be the best she could. She rarely complained.
My girl.
Callie was the definition of a good girl gone feral. A sweet student with the face of an angel, lips that pouted when she read too long, and a cunt that pulsed around my cock like it was made for me. She reminded me how much pressure came with being the perfect student. The kind of girl who never asked for anything—until I made her beg.
And yet, even knowing how hard she worked, how tired she was… did it stop me from trying to knock her up?
Hell. No.
It was why I was militant about her sleep and nutrition.
Her name lit up my screen, and I opened the message before the preview faded.
Callie:I’m sorry for not taking my vitamins.
Please don’t fail me.
I’ll do anything you want…
My cock twitched at the desperation laced through those little pixels. I could think of a dozen things she could do for me—starting with begging on her knees and ending with her soaked, wrecked, and panting in my bed.
Another message pinged through.
Callie:All your food is outstanding. I’m convinced you could make lentils edible. The sauce on this chicken wrap is to die for!
I smirked, shaking my head. She never asked for much. Just my body, my dominance, and my come. The usual. She didn’t whine for gifts or get pissy if I didn’t text fast enough. No—her rebellion came in the form of refusing to take her prenatal vitamins or giving me sass.
She even sent me money-off coupons from her student app, like I was some broke roommate. She tried to nurture me while I plotted ways to fill her with another load the second I got her alone.
Me:Okay, baby. I’ll be waiting for you at the usual spot. Today is the last day you forget to take your vitamins…
I set the phone down, letting her stew in it. She’d spend the next three hours—three hours and eighteen minutes—thinking about what punishment I’d dish out.
But first, I had work to do.
I turned back to my desk and pulled up both of their profiles, one on each monitor, side by side like suspects waiting to be cross-examined.
Martin and Francine Shaw. Or Fran, as she liked to call herself. Staunch Catholics. Stiff-backed snobs. Conservative in every sense of the word, except when it came to their own hypocrisy.
Francine had more digital breadcrumbs. I clicked through her posts, her comments, her entire activity trail like I was gutting a deer. Then I found it.
The Easter photo.
To most people, it would look wholesome—a family in front of a church, all smiles and tradition.
But I zoomed in.
Martin—smiling, relaxed.
Francine—rigid, righteous, posing like she was auditioning for sainthood.
