Buy Me Bundle(52)

8





Don





“I want the footage of her leaving the hotel. Then I want you to track it. There are cameras all over this goddamn city. I don’t care how you get the footage, just do it. Call in favors for all I fucking care,” I growl before ending the call and dropping the phone onto my desk.

“Fucking stupid,” I chastise myself. I should have known. I got too close and scared her off. I should have had men posted outside, ready to follow her if she tried to slip out on me, but I’d been too caught up in her to think about that. I was also sure that if she tried to slip out of bed, I would have felt it. I guess the lack of sleep finally caught up to me. I had her in my arms as I drifted off to the best night of sleep in my life, only to wake up and realize the grave mistake I’d made.

Now I can’t even track her phone. The fucking thing is off and she hasn’t been in to try and get a new one. For all I know she’s long gone. Hopped on a bus or maybe caught a flight out of town. But I’ll find her. With as much money as I have, I can do anything. I’ll drain every cent I have to look for her.

She was more perfect than I ever could've thought possible. Having her in my hands as she melted for me… I thought I was obsessed before, but now I might possibly go insane if I don't find her. Before her, I thought I’d had everything I’d ever wanted. Worked my ass off to get where I was, and now I think I did it all for her.

I have everything I could ever need to make a life with her. I could devote all my time to being with her. Having a family of my own was something I didn't think I wanted. Now I can't get the image of that out of my head, and it could be slipping through my fingers with every second that ticks by.

I’ve done my time. All those twenty-hour days, shady deals, and rubbing elbows with people I couldn't stand got me to a place where I could wipe my hands of everything. I’d set people in place. The company should be able to function on its own, but at the end of the day it doesn't matter if it does or doesn't. How did this curvy little thing slip so deep inside me?

My eyes go to my office door as my assistant enters with a tight look on her face. Most likely because I’ve been yelling since I entered the offices.

“Not now,” I tell her, not caring about whatever it is she thinks I should be doing. I’d fire the woman for how often she steps over the line, but sometimes I think that’s why I pay her so well. She’s good at getting shit done. In fact, it drives her crazy if things are left unfinished or if something is slightly imperfect.

“I’m sorry, sir, but Samantha called, and she said it’s urgent.”

“Not now,” I repeat. I don’t want to know what that woman is up to after last night. Probably has a list of Mistresses she thinks I might be interested in after she saw my Georgia. Thinks she’s finally figured out my taste. She doesn’t know I only have a taste for one woman, a taste I wish was still in my mouth.

“I know, but she said you might say that. Then minutes ago this was delivered from her head of security.” Jen holds up a cellphone, and I immediately recognize the case. I’m out of my chair and in front of her, grabbing it from her hands, before she can blink.

She always ditches her phone, replacing it with the same model, but she continuously uses the pink case covered in jewels.

I waste no time powering it on and going through it, only to be disappointed. Everything is wiped from it.

Then it rings.

“Out,” I say to Jen, who exits quickly.

“Peaches.” I can hear the longing in my voice. I don't know why I think it’s her. She wouldn't be calling her own phone. Jealousy hits me at the thought that it might be another man.

“You sound like someone stole your puppy.”

The blood rushes to my ears at the sound of Sam’s voice. This could only mean one thing.

“I’m not a man you want to fuck with, Samantha. You’re a smart woman. Don’t tell me I got it wrong. I rarely do.” I can’t believe she’d be dumb enough to cross me. No one crosses me and gets to stay in this town. Sam might be powerful, but I have a lot of secrets on people around here. I could make her life hell.

“Now is that any way to talk to someone who has the thing you hold dearest?” Her tone is scolding, almost like a mother speaking to a child.

I take a deep breath, holding back what I want to say. I want to tell Sam I’ll make sure she never works in this town again. I don’t fuck around when people fuck with things that belong to me, and Georgia most certainly belongs to me. She’s belonged to me from the moment I first saw her. Having that attitude is how I made a name for myself, but I also remember Sam is about the bottom line. Why start a battle over something that could easily be solved with money?

“Sold, Sam. Whatever the price you’re trying to get for her, I’ll double it.”

“Oh, Don, that was just a little too easy for my liking.” Sam’s tone sounds bored, like I took all the fun out of it for her. I bite back a growl. She thinks this is a game and that I’m not about to fucking explode.

“Sorry to rain on your fucked up parade.”

Sam laughs through the phone. “You forgot to tell me you owe me a favor.”

“Owe you a fucking favor? Sam, you’re one step from—”

“I’m going to cut you off right there because I don’t want you to say something you can’t take back. I saved your ass, Don. That girl was out the fucking door and would have been at the nearest train station if it wasn’t for me. I stopped her and got her. You’re fucking welcome.”

“I would have found her.” I half growl the words. “I’m not going to thank you for wanting to auction her off.”

“Why wouldn’t you? I just assured you have thirty days with her. If you can’t get her to stay after than then...” Her words trail off, and I can almost see that shrug thing she does when men annoy her or she can’t even be bothered with something.

“Is she okay?” I finally ask. I need to know. It’s driving me crazy, but if I know anything about Sam, she never lets anything happen to her girls. I grit my teeth at the thought that she’s now one of Sam’s girls.

“She’s a runner. I know the look.” Her tone sounds a little sad.

I hate that she ran from me. I want her to run towards me, but she barely knows me. She probably has a shit list of other men’s bullshit she’s been through. Should that be my problem? Yes. Others might think you shouldn't take out your own problems on other people, but I want her to take them out on me. I want to help her work through it. Show her I can do that for her. Would do that for her. If she would just let me in.

“I lied to her, Don. I said the things I needed to to get her to come with me. I don’t like lying to my girls, Don. I want my favor.”

I’ve never seen someone collect so many favors in my life. What she did with them all, I have no idea. I’m not even sure if she uses them or just likes having them. Being in a man’s world, I’m sure it’s nice to have something over all of them.

“Fine. Have your favor, but you’re going to do something for me.”

“Is that so?” I can hear the smile in her voice. She knows she’s won.

I’ve got a little plan of my own. There will be no more running after I get my hands on my girl. I’ll make sure there will never be a way to leave me again. Or at least I’ll make it damn near impossible.

I sit down in my chair and lean back. “This is how this is going to work.”





9





Peaches





I’m pacing backstage and trying to recall my pageant days. This is nothing like doing the Miss Teen back in high school.

Looking around the room, I see a few other girls getting dressed. I guess you could call it dressed; some of them are wearing only a pair of panties.

Clenching my fists at my sides, I try to close my eyes, breathing through the butterflies. This was totally the right decision. Right?

“First time?”

I open my eyes and see a woman getting ready in the mirror next to me turn around and raise an eyebrow.

“Yes, ma’am. I’m trying to remind myself that I don’t have a talent portion coming up.” I laugh nervously, and she winks at me.

“Thank God. I’d hate to hear some of these girls sing,” she says. Reaching out her hand, she introduces herself. “I’m Kim. The veteran Mistress, if you will.”

“I’m Peaches. You’ve done this before?” I ask, playing with tie of the sheer robe I have on.

“Oh, yes. Quite a few times. And that southern accent of yours is going to drive them wild. You need to ask for a microphone when you go on stage.” She winks at me and puts on some blood red heels, making her close to six feet tall. She’s got a body that’s looks like it belongs in a men’s magazine. And she seems completely confident as she stands in front of me in only a red thong and those heels.

“Any advice for a first timer?” I’m trying to keep my mind off what’s about to happen. Even mindless chitchat is better than thinking about what I agreed to.

She flips her dark hair over one shoulder and smiles, crossing her arms under her naked breasts and leaning against the counter.