I snort out loud, and he pauses, giving me a look. I try to save face and give him a big smile. He returns it, and I sigh with relief.
I lie here for a few minutes and wait for my heart to stop racing. I need to get away from him. I don’t understand what is going on with me. He is the devil incarnate, and lately, I’m starting to have feelings for him again. I need my therapist or to be admitted. Rexley Scott is not sane. The things he has done. The people he has hurt, killed. He has ruined so many lives with a smile on his face.
Pulling me tight to his side, he kisses my neck and groans. “This is perfect.” I nod with him, but no, this isn’t perfect. This is the complete opposite. I need space before I start to have a panic attack.
“Rexley, do you think maybe I could bake some cookies? It’s been so long, and that kitchen has been taunting me. Maybe I could make us a nice dinner too,” I suggest and watch as my idea intrigues him.
He climbs from the bed and walks over to the bathroom to rinse off. I still can’t handle the fact this room looks like my childhood bedroom. It’s sick and twisted. Just another imitation of what Rex is. How could I have missed all the signs?
I sigh and lean back against the pillows. I run my fingers along my stomach and apologize to the little life inside. Even if this one does make it through the mood swings and abuse, I can’t imagine it having a happy childhood. Not unless I get us off this island and back to my family.
I rush to the toilet and moan, ignoring Rex singing in the shower. I am so over this morning sickness. This is why I never wanted to go through this again. I am fine being a mom to someone who isnt my blood.Fuck, London.
Fuck, I can’t believe I haven’t thought of them til now. What is wrong with me? I have a little girl waiting for her mom to come home and two amazing men probably losing their minds, looking for me.
I need to get home. I can’t imagine how worried they are. It’s been months now. I have been so wrapped up in my depression and despair I forgot all about my green-eyed angel. What kind of mother just forgets. I flush the toilet then lean against the tub and cry. The shower shuts off, but I don’t care. Just blame it on hormones.
Who is singing her lullabies and reading her her favorite bedtime stories? I know her father doesn’t have the time. He’s always so busy with his job and keeping us safe.
At least he tried. I hope he doesn’t blame himself. This was all my fault. I just pray Rex doesn’t go back and hurt them.
No Cat, you need to push this to the back of your mind and go make dinner. You need to protect them.
With that thought, I get up, rinse my mouth and go sit on the bed. Rex comes out wrapped in a towel and gets my clothes for me from the closet. A soft baby pink sundress. I slip it over my head and don’t even flinch when he places some form of tracker on my ankle. It’s better than a collar, I guess.
I take his hand and allow him to lead me to the kitchen. He turns the lights on, and I can’t hide my gasp. It really is my dream kitchen. Too bad it’s in a house of horrors.
CHAPTER6
THEN
CAT
“Girl, let’s go out. I am so over staying in on a Saturday night.” I snort at Lorna’s over dramatics and nod.
“I’m honestly not in the mood. So many things have happened lately, and I just feel like I’m in a slump,” I tell her as I pull up the Netflix menu.
“That’s why you need to get out. We need to hit the clubs. Get your mind off of things. Have fun. Act like our fucking age for once. I loved Nana too, but babes, she was old. She lived an amazing life.” I wipe my eyes and nod. I know she’s right. Staying in and just letting my mind run wild is only making things worse.
“Okay, but I don’t think Rex will like it, and he’s at an away game right now so I can’t ask him.” I climb off the bed and grab a tissue, then walk over to my closet and start looking through the options. Lorna starts to laugh, and I glance at her from over my shoulder.
“Babe, I get that you guys have this whole dom/sub relationship, but seriously girl. He is not your daddy.” I roll my eyes at her and pull out one of my more conservative dresses. Even if he does let me go, I can’t risk him calling me a slut again and thinking I’m cheating on him.
I quickly get dressed and toss my hair up in a high ponytail. I do some basic makeup, but keep it demure.
I text Rex to let him know our plans and send him a picture of me for good measure. Lorna grabs my hand and pulls me to her car. She had a fit about what I’m wearing but gave in after I told her I wouldn’t change. It’s really not worth the fight. I’m so sick of fighting.
We get to the club, and I try not to flinch at all the people. The strobe lights and the loud music is making my head pound, and I feel dizzy. Lorna leads us to a bar. I order a soda, and she rolls her eyes at me, but I don’t feel up to drinking. She leads me to the middle of the crowd and starts to dance. I give her a smile and dance a little beside her. I sip my drink and laugh as she grabs some random guys and dances up on them. Someone comes up behind me and grips my hips, trying to get me to dance. I freeze and step away.
Lorna gives me a weird look, but I just wave her away as I start to move closer to her. “I’m going to run to the bathroom,” I yell over the music, and she stops dancing.
“I’ll come with. I have to go too,” she says, taking my hand. She hands our drinks to whoever she was dancing with and drags me to the long line, groaning.
“Ugh, I hate club bathrooms. They are either fucking in there or snorting drugs, not caring that people actually have to pee.” I snort, and a few women in line agree with her.
My phone buzzes, but I know it’s too loud in here to answer. I send the call to voicemail and immediately send Rex a text back, so he doesn’t get mad. That’s just what I need. Him thinking I’m ignoring him.
He doesn't respond, but I can tell he read it. The line moves slowly, and I can’t stop from laughing when two women exit with a guy, zipping up his leather pants.