Willing Captive(34)
That’s a fact. Don’t question my calculations.
A little joking over breakfast has set the speed for the day, and my heart skips a beat when I see him grabbing things from around the place. He puts some bills in his pocket and says, “Don’t go anywhere. Be right back.”
But... but… what?
“Where are you going?” I don’t even try to mask my fallen face.
“Out. Be right back.”
I’m suddenly fuming. “And what, Nox? I’m just meant to play the willing captive while you’re gone?”
Confusion mars his face and he mutters, “What the f-” Shaking his head, he places a hand on his hip and utters, “Let me put this in a way you’ll understand.”
Putting on his best bimbo, he bounces on his heel and says, “Like, tryna keep you safe here!”
Biting my lip to stop myself from laughing, his eyes darken as he strides over to me, trapping me between the door and his chest. He mutters, “Maybe you want that. Maybe you like the idea of being a captive. Being helpless.” Leaning forward, the tip of his nose brushes my earlobe and he whispers, “Does that turn you on, princess?”
I’m not sure what’s happening here. My hormones have gone haywire and my brain is drooling again. I manage to whisper back, “Now you’re just being a jerk.”
His body turns rock solid before he sighs, reaches for the handle, and leaves me in our honeymoon suite.
Alone and lonely.
Chapter Ten
Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Lily
Three days have passed and I’m back in the safe house slash safe mansion slash pentagon.
Not long after our close and extremely awkward encounter, Nox came back into our room and advised me to pack my shit. I told him I had no shit to pack.
He responded with, “Great. Then you’re ready to go.”
I asked, “Go where?”
Holding my eyes, he replied softly, “Home.”
And somehow, I just knew he meant my home away from home.
In saying that, nine hours later, we were back. And it’s good to be home.
Is it weird that I feel like this is home?
No. I don’t think so. Not when we arrived back and Boo ran over to me, hugging the life out of me for a solid minute, stroking my hair like long lost sisters being reunited. Not when a seriously relieved looking Rock picked me up and swung me around, telling me, “Great to have you back, babe.”
Nox spoke to them both for a moment in whispers and riddles, and I knew better to ask about what happened the day the alarms went off.
Which brings us to now.
Three days later and completely Nox free. Again.
I have a feeling he’s avoiding me. Again. But I’ve been spending most of my time with Boo, and that makes me happy.
“Oh, you bitc- Motherfu- Shitballs!”
Boo chuckles, “Oh relax. It isn’t that bad.”
I scoff, “Yeah, right, you freakin’ harlot.”
Boo laughs. I cringe and whimper, “Oh God. You’re actually enjoying this.”
When she stops, she asks, “Your sister never tried this?”
Fisting the sheets, I reply through gritted teeth, “Oh, she tried. I karate chopped her ass.”
She says, “I don’t get it.” I open my eyes to find her looking down at me, “The whole you don’t have friends thing. You’re pretty cool, Deedee.”
Taking a deep breath and closing my eyes, I explain, “Well, Dad was always overprotective. Then it got worse. We weren’t allowed to go anywhere without him or Mom. I never really understood it.” Till now, I think.
“I mean, what’s the worst that could happen from me going to a sleepover?” I sigh, “Eventually, the little friends I had stopped asking me to come over and drifted away from me. My sister was always there for me, though. She had this way about her. I guess she still does. She’s always been popular, so no one questioned why she wasn’t coming out to parties and stuff. She’d just pass it off with ‘I’ve got a better offer’ or ‘Nah, it’s not really my thing’. Well, Terah got sick of Dad’s rules and started sneaking out and I- I didn’t. I’d stay at home with my book boyfriends and that was fine by me. Ow! Stop that!”
Plucking another stray hair, she pulls back and says, “Done.”
Standing, I walk over to the mirror and check my newly shaped eyebrows.
Not bad. Not bad at all.
I look back at her through the mirror and state, “So much pain for this? It doesn’t even look like you plucked anything.”
Lying back on the bed, she says, “Oh, it’s noticeable, alright. You’re lucky. You’ve been blessed with a great shape. You should see mine when I don’t pluck.” She lifts her head and looks at my reflection in the mirror. “Scary. I’d have a unibrow in the shape of the McDonald’s m.”