Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
After almost an hour, we have already sifted through the whole room. It’s empty now except for the things that I’m leaving behind. And once again, we have nothing. It’s as if Myah already knows that we will look at her room, so there’s nothing of importance here. So, now we don’t have any fucking clue where she can be, and I’m slowly losing hope.
Calvin pats my back.
“Owen, Myah has always been a clever girl,” he starts as if that has to mean something. As if that means that she is still alive.
Sensing my distress, Andrew butts in, “we haven’t heard from Ms. Keeley yet, and her bosses still have some people to contact. We will find her.”
I don’t know how to answer them. And I don’t know if I even believe them anymore. I know Myah is a brilliant girl, but even that gives me no comfort. So, I close my eyes and take several deep breaths. I must not let myself go down the rabbit hole yet. I will find my daughter. And she will never get into this situation again.
I will make it up to her soon, I promise myself. I can make it up to her soon.
I pick up a box and head downstairs. Calvin and Andrew take a few boxes too and follow me. Tomorrow is another day, I think to myself as I load the things inside the car. I can’t lose hope.
Chapter Thirteen - Sloane
One of the perks of being the head of accounting is time and freedom. I report only to Kane and Ashton, and they never really care what I do with my day. They just need me to get my job done. So, when General Lewis sends me a booty call in the middle of a workday, I say yes. I just have to tell my boss’ secretaries that I’m out for lunch, and I’m free to go, which is precisely what I do.
Inside the elevator, I start to have these debates in my head. Do I need to change clothes? Do I go without underwear? Of course, the mask is a must. Once I get to my car, I finally yield to the side of changing clothes and going without my panties. I cannot risk any associates noticing me in the hotel lobby. Not that anyone will be there at this time, but I think being cautious is better.
I stop by a small restaurant on the way to the hotel and use their bathroom to put on one of the spare dresses in my car. I always keep some for when I have the urge to go to Dark Club right after work. I chose a black midi dress with a halter top, which is easy to remove. I also make a mental note to pack another piece of clothing inside my handbag, so I’ll have no problem even if Owen suddenly tears my clothes again. The thought immediately wets my pussy, and I can’t wait to see him now.
I hop into my car again. It’s past lunchtime, so the streets are not full of vehicles. The drive is relatively quick. I park at the highest level of the hotel’s parking garage, closest to his suite. Then, I take off my underwear and grab my mask — a black jeweled cover for my face. I hurry inside, and when I get to the elevator, I don it on. Hopefully, no one gets inside the lift with me, not that it matters. I’m entirely invisible now, I think to myself.
When I hop out of the elevator onto his floor, my insides are haywire of lust and desire. I head to the General’s room and knock twice. I hope he opens the door to me fast because I don’t enjoy the feeling of seeming like a call girl. Aren’t they the only types who have contractual sex in the middle of the day? Thankfully, Owen immediately opens the door, and I am greeted by the same animalistic need that I feel for him. I don’t have to stand outside longer.
“Get in here, pet!”
He pulls me inside and our lips through the mouth hole in the mask. He tastes bitter and sweet, and I want more and more of him. Owen pushes me to the wall, crushing my body beneath him. He puts his hands on my waist and rubs his growing erection against me.
His lips travel to my neck, and I grab his hair. He smells like sweat, yet his scent wakes up every fiber of my being. I want him naked in front of me. However, when I try to lift his shirt, his hands take hold of my wrists and raises my arms over my head.
“You’re not in control, pet,” he warns.
Owen stops kissing me, and for a moment, the thought that I turned him off crosses my mind. But when I meet his eyes, they still look at me with that feral desire that mirrors mine. His lips part, and his tongue sticks out to lick his lips. I want that on me, on every inch of me. So I struggle to get free. But he doesn’t let me go. Instead, with one hand still on my wrists, he grabs my breast from the top of my dress. Then his fingers find my nipple and twist. I gasp.