Page 22 of Breeding Her: The Red Flag Edition
“So…” I stepped in just a little, just enough.
“How do you see this playing out, Juliette?”
When she didn’t answer, I decided to test her.
“Are you going to run away again?” I taunted.
She might. Like Nadine had. But not if she was heavily pregnant.
No. She wouldn’t run then.
The thought slithered through me, quiet and merciless.
“I won’t be running from the likes of you,” she snapped.
“Now open that damn door, or I’ll scream this fucking building down.”
So much fire.
That profanity slipping from her prim little mouth dragged my thoughts straight back to that night.
My dick noticed—quick to respond, my trousers suddenly became tighter.
“So dramatic,” I murmured, strolling to the door. “You’re free to leave.”
For now.
I watched her march out, curls bouncing with each furious step, her bag swinging low in one hand. That fine little ass of hers moved like it knew I was watching.
She climbed into her car.
Slammed the door.
And when she screamed?
I smiled.
Chapter 8
Juliette
I was ready to scream again when I saw him—standing by the window, staring at me. He was the town’s sheriff. Of course he was. Just my rotten luck.
My fingers itched, but I resisted the urge to childishly flip him off. Instead, I glared. He smiled like we were sharing some private joke and gave me a small finger wave.
I started the engine of my trusty little Beetle. She was dying, but I couldn’t part with her. Not until the bitter end. She was my first car, and a girl had to have some loyalty.
It wasn’t until I got home that I realised I still didn’t know Mercer’s name. Grammy hadn’t mentioned it.
I shoved my bag onto the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room and opened my laptop.
Know thy enemy.
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Several hours later, I was slurping noodles while studying my notepad like it held the secrets of the universe.
Kade Mercer, thirty-four years old.
