Let’sleave it at that.
I scrunchmy nose up at his messages, immediately annoyed.What kind of message is that last one?
I reply back.
Leave it at that?
He responds right away.
Yes.I like to bend you over and fuck you so hard that you even forget your own name. That’s our relationship.
I forgetyour name with my vibrator.
Ha,take that, smart-ass.
Again,he replies almost instantly.
But you don’tbecause you’re still thinking of me.
I put the phone down,not wanting to delve into it with him anymore.
* * *
The weekby goes quickly as I start to shop around for locations to set up a new bookstore. I miss my little shop so much. It was my happy place.
Bianca has access to a privileged school, which Jerome has already been accepted into. And with my free time when he starts next week, I want to work again.
I’m eager to fill a store full of novels with love and adventures as crazy as mine, maybe some even more deadly. We all love a thrilling dark romance.
Sweet, fantasy, comedy. I’m down for anything, really.
It’s why I opened my shop in the first place. I’ve always loved books. But when I lived with Scott and was basically a prisoner in his house, I fell deeply in love with the pages and then would have to come back to reality.
Reality sometimes sucks ass.
“Adora, I have to head out. Joey is here.” I’m lying on my bed in my room when Bianca pops her head in. Jerome is doing a trial day today to see if he likes the school. So I’ve been lazing around, reading, and daydreaming.
Scott sometimes enters my head, but I try to get rid of him quickly. One thing I know is that he’s scared of the Rossi family. But when Scott wants something, he finds a way. And that part frightens me the most.
That fear has only been made worse by not having Jerome around me all the time.
What if one day I’m picking him up from school, and he isn’t there?
What if Scott gets to him? Or one of his men?
I have spiraled about this countless times, even after confirming with the school that he would only be released to Bianca or me.
“You okay, or do you need me to stay?” she asks.
“Mother, she will be fine,” Joey states.
“Will I?” I ask him as he comes into view from behind his mother. She kisses him on the cheek before she offers me a wave and walks off. He stands there, waiting for the front door to shut before he makes a move, just a small step into my room.
“Why are you here?” I’m the first to speak.
“Have you spoken to your sister?” he asks.
“No. How is she?”