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He softly chuckles, but it's just another challenge. He adds, "You're going to hate me, then love me, then hate me some more. When you get to the club, you'll be so confused over your feelings about me, you won't even know what's about to happen. And it'll be at that moment that you have to decide. Whatever you tell yourself you'll do, you won't be able to count on. That I can promise you."

I don't need a few weeks to pass. I'm already confused over his claims. And I'm starting to get more freaked out.

He releases my hair, steps back, and orders, "Take your shirt and shorts off."

I hesitate.

He crosses his arms, and his face hardens.

I obey, and he takes them, then puts them on a table and steps back in front of me.

Satisfaction fills Riggs's expression. He commands, "Flower. Come kneel."

Flower?

Shock fills me as a woman close to my height, with the same-colored hair as mine and matching blueish-purple highlights, enters the room. She's wearing the same gold thong, bra, and stilettos as me. Her body isn't quite as curvy as mine, and it's hard not to compare us.

She kneels at Riggs's feet, her spine perfectly straight, her butt on her calves, and her head bowed. She folds her hands on her lap and waits.

He crouches and lifts her chin, studying her.

My stomach churns. I told Riggs no others. I meant it. I'm not okay with this. I will not share him.

"Say hello and introduce yourself to Blakely," Riggs states.

She turns her head and smiles, but not before I see the look she gives Riggs. She respects him. She responds to him. She might even love him. Most of all, she trusts him. Completely. I see it.

Her soft voice is friendly, but I already hate her. She offers, "Hi, Blakely. I'm Aria."

I glare at her, fighting the angry earthquake ready to break inside my body.

"What do you say in return, pet?" Riggs questions.

I turn my rage to him, my emotions spinning out of control. Violent tremors fill me, along with more anger and jealousy than I've ever felt. They have a relationship. It's sexual and intimate, and I'm sure she knows how to please him way more than I do. It makes every insecurity I have about my lack of knowing what Riggs needs come to life.

"Don't be shy," Riggs orders.

I keep my eyes pinned on his and snarl, "You're right. I hate you."

A sinister smile curves his lips, mocking me. He steps forward and caresses my cheek, taunting, "Welcome to Apartment Thirteen."

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Riggs

My pet's anger blazes off her, searing into me. Her lips quiver, and she keeps her glare pinned on me.

Her reaction doesn't shock me. I'd be disappointed if she didn't react this way. I know how she feels about involving others in our relationship. I intentionally had Aria dye her hair and wear the outfit to match Blakely's. It's all part of drawing out my pet's insubordination.

She lowers her voice and seethes, "I told you no other women."

Arrogance explodes inside me. I couldn't have predicted this any better. I keep my gaze on Blakely and boom, "Who's in charge, Flower?"

Blakely's hatred grows in her expression, her cheeks turning redder.

Aria answers, "You are, Sir."

I question, "Who decides what happens and with whom at all times?"


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