Hannah rolled her eyes. “She’s too heavy,” she said. “I wouldn’t be able to carry her and the chair by myself!”
“Open the goddamned door!”
The sound of Thomas’s voice filled me with hope. Oh my god, I thought. Somehow, he found me. He’s coming here to save me! I’m going to be fine!
“No,” Andy said nervously. He leaned against the door, his thin frame straining to keep it closed as Thomas beat on the other side.
“Move,” Hannah snapped. She walked over to me and snapped my fingers.
“I can’t,” I whispered hoarsely. My throat was still burning from the wine.
Hannah glared at me, as if she’d somehow forgotten that I was trussed to the chair.
“Open the fucking door!” Thomas screamed.
Andy had his back to the door. His feet were sliding along the floor as he desperately attempted to keep it bolted and shut. But his weak muscles were no match for Thomas’s strong body, and the door popped open. Thomas burst inside. His silvery hair was a wild mess of tangles and his face was bright red with anger.
“Thomas!” I screamed. “Help me, they’ve got me tied!”
Thomas pulled a gun from his waistband and pointed it at Andy. “Untie her,” he said in a low voice.
Andy began to move and Thomas pushed the gun closer. “I wasn’t talking to you, fuckface,” Thomas growled to Andy. “I was talking to Hannah.”
Hannah sniffed. “I don’t know why you’re angry at me,” she said. “I didn’t have anything to do with this.”
“I’m not taking the gun away from this fuck,” Thomas growled. “But Hannah, I swear to god. If you don’t move and untie June right now, it’ll be the last thing you never do.”
Hannah’s face paled and finally she stepped towards me with a pair of scissors. Hannah twisted the chair around and squatted behind me, slicing the plastic ties from my wrists. I yelped in pain as the scissors grazed my delicate wrists, but I knew deep down that it was nothing compared to the pain I would have endured if Thomas hadn’t shown up to save me.
“Fucking cunt,” Hannah snarled. She untied my ankles and I sagged, sliding off the pain and colliding painfully hard with the wooden floor.
“June, get behind me,” Thomas ordered.
Whimpering in pain, I crawled across the floor and flung myself in a corner of the room.
“You ruin everything,” Andy hissed to Thomas. “It’s not fucking fair. I had her first!”
Thomas narrowed his eyes and laughed dryly. “No, you didn’t,” he said. “You don’t know the first thing about June.”
“I’ve had a crush on her for a year!” Andy roared. “And just as she was starting to show some interest, you had to show up and ruin everything, you fucking bastard!”
Thomas shook his head and snorted. “You really are pathetic,” he said. “It’s pretty fucking sad how you went apeshit because June here didn’t want anything to do with you.” He pushed the barrel of the gun against Andy’s chest.
Andy let out a yelp of fear. “Don’t hurt me,” he said. “I didn’t do anything to her, I swear!”
Without turning away from Andy, Thomas asked: “June, is that true?”
Hannah glared at me but I licked my lips and spoke anyway. “No,” I said in a soft, shaky voice. “Andy and Hannah paid two men to kidnap me off the street and drug me. When I woke up, I was here, tied to the chair.”
“Oh, you sorry bastard,” Thomas said. “You’re so pathetic you had to hire someone to kidnap June?”
Andy nodded and stammered. “I…I couldn’t do it myself,” he said.
Thomas shook his head and laughed dryly. “You’re a sick fuck, and you’re going away for a long time,” he said. He jerked his head to the side. “Go sit,” he told Andy. “I need to keep my eye on you while I deal with Hannah.”
Andy gulped. After a few moments and another prod from Thomas’s gun, he walked slowly across the room and sat down in the chair.
“Hannah,” Thomas said coldly.
“What?” Hannah batted her lashes. I felt sick to my stomach as she walked over to Thomas and stroked her hand down the center of his chest.
“Why the fuck would you do something like this,” Thomas growled.
“For you, baby,” Hannah said. She licked her lips. “I thought that as soon as June was out of the picture, I could have you once and for all.”
“So you could destroy my company?”
“What?” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Cut the innocent bullshit,” Thomas said. “I know what you’ve been doing.”
“Thomas, I’d never—“
“Shut up, Hannah,” Thomas said. “Or should I say, Megan?”
Hannah looked startled. For once, she opened and closed her lips with nothing to say.
Just as Thomas was about to speak again, uniformed men darted into the room.
“New York City Police!” One of them shouted. “Everybody freeze!”
I couldn’t take it any longer. I passed out.
Chapter Eighteen
Thomas
After the cops showed up, it was all a blur. June was taken to a nearby hospital where she was checked for injuries…thankfully, it turned out to be nothing more serious than a few bruises and lacerations. Hannah had given her wine laced with a power sedative, but June was able to sleep it off.
Hannah and Andy were both apprehended by the police and taken downtown, where they were thrown in jail. Despite feeling exhausted, I knew that I wouldn’t be able to sleep. So I went to a bar downtown and drank most of the night, then slept it off. Now I was on my way to pick up June from the hospital and take her home.
I couldn’t believe it, but I was actually nervous at the thought of seeing June again. Obviously, I had some major explaining – and apologizing – to do. I swallowed a lump in my throat and pulled up to the hospital carport.
June was waiting outside with a nurse. She looked pale and tired, but otherwise just as beautiful as ever. She was still wearing her dress from the night before. As she climbed into the passenger seat of my car, I noticed she was avoiding my gaze.
After a few torturous moments of silence, I couldn’t take it anymore.
“June, please, talk to me.” I said as I pulled away from the hospital.
June’s shoulders slumped. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
“For what?” I narrowed my eyes and reached a hand into her lap. June stiffened at my touch.
“You hate me now,” June said flatly. “And I don’t know what I did, but I’m really sorry, Thomas.”
I sighed heavily. “I don’t hate you at all,” I said. “I…I love you, June.”
That got her attention. June’s head snapped up. She pushed her black hair over one shoulder.
“What?”
“I said, I love you,” I repeated. “I really do, June. I love you so much.”
A tear rolled down June’s cheek. “Then…why did you act like that last night?” She asked softly. “Why did you treat me like that, Thomas?”
I sighed. “There won’t be an excuse good enough to justify how horribly I treated you,” I said. “And I can assure you that it had absolutely nothing to do with you, June. You’re perfect, just the way you are.”
June sniffled.
“Please don’t cry,” I said. “I’ll explain everything. Do you want to come home with me, or your apartment?”
June let out a hiccupping sob. “My apartment,” she said softly.
“Okay. Then that’s where we’ll go.” And if my Porsche gets ruined again, fuck, I deserve it, I thought as I turned towards Brooklyn.
Thankfully, Angela wasn’t home. I waited patiently in the living room while June showered and changed into yoga pants and a loose-fitting shirt. She still looked adorable as ever. When she was through, I gestured for her to crawl into my arms.
“So, the other day, I did a background check on Hannah,” I said slowly. “After I f
ired her, I noticed that almost all of my longtime clients wouldn’t speak to me.”
June sat up and narrowed her eyes. “Why not?” She asked softly. “What happened?”
I ran my hands through my hair and sighed. “Because Hannah wasn’t who she said she was,” I said. “She was actually impersonating someone else. Her real name is Megan Callahan, and she’s been gunning for billionaires since she was a teenager.”
“I don’t understand,” June replied.
“I don’t either,” I said. “But Megan was linked with the deaths of Richard Moss and Archibald Kramer.”
“Those were…”
“Two of the richest men in New York,” I said grimly. “Hannah, or should I say, Megan, had been chasing after them and trying to get married rich. She lied about her age – I thought she was in her early twenties, but she’s actually been doing this for over ten years.”
June swallowed. “And she hated me because she thought I stole you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. I’m so sorry, June. When I got to dinner last night, I’d just gotten the results back about Hannah’s true identity.”
“How did she know Andy?”
I sighed. “I’m guessing she stalked you,” I said. “And as soon as she realized that there was someone interested in you, she made him an offer. I’m guessing she probably paid him to try to take care of you. Andy, although what he did can’t be forgiven, was just a pawn in all of this.”
June’s green eyes went wide. “I can’t believe it,” she said softly. “I can’t believe someone would be crazy enough to do something like that.”
I sighed bitterly. “I can,” I said heavily. “Especially someone as demented as Hannah. She’d been working for me since the beginning, when my ex thought I should hire her.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah,” I said quietly. “But I’m a total heel, and I have no excuse for treating you that way. I didn’t want you to know until I’d taken care of everything, and I had no intention of scaring you off.”
June nodded.
“I just didn’t want to tell you over dinner,” I said, groping desperately for excuses. “Especially because you were so happy about your job.”
June nodded again.
“Please,” I said. “Please, if you can find it in your heart to forgive me and give me another chance, I’d be the happiest man in the world.”
June bit her lip. “Did you mean it?”
“Mean what?”
June flushed, finally looking a bit like her old self. “In the car,” she said softly. “When you said you loved me. Did you mean it, Thomas?”
I pulled June into my arms and kissed her deeply. “Yes,” I said passionately. “I meant it, June. I love you. I love you, deeply.”
“I love you,” June purred into my mouth. My tongue slipped between her pink lips and June moaned softly as I licked the inside of her mouth. She tasted like toothpaste and I pulled her into my lap.
“Is Angela going to be gone for a while,” I murmured into June’s mouth.
She nodded and squirmed in my lap, the lush cheeks of her ass squishing over my thighs. My cock twitched and stiffened. I need her, I thought. I need to be inside of her right now.
“Do you trust me?” I whispered.
June looked deeply into my eyes. “Yes,” she said softly.
Taking June by the hand, I led her into her cluttered bedroom. It smelled soft and faintly musky, like the unwashed sheets of a little girl.
I sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes,” I said.
June locked her green eyes with mine and flushed hotly. I raised my eyebrow as I felt myself starting to sink into my dominant headspace. June licked her lips, then crossed her arms over her body and pulled her loose shirt over her head. The sight of her pale breasts with their perfect pink nipples made me growl with lust.
June didn’t break my gaze as she hooked her thumbs into her yoga pants and tugged them down her pale, slender legs. When she stood in front of me clad only in panties, I licked my lips.
“You look good enough to eat,” I said softly. “And I’m going to teach you something today.”
June’s flush went from pink to deep red. She nodded slowly as she tugged her panties down. Immediately, the scent of her freshly-washed pussy filled the room. My cock throbbed in my pants and I felt like it would explode if I didn’t fuck her right then and there.
“Now lie down on the bed,” I said softly. “And spread your legs.”
June nodded. She flushed but obeyed, crawling on all fours and giving me a perfect view of her pink pussy and ass.
“Now put your arms up by the headboard,” I instructed.
June bit her lip but did as I commanded. I kept my gaze locked with hers as I loosened my tie and crawled on top of June’s naked body. I could feel the heat rising off of her sweet skin and it took every ounce of my strength to stay professional and calm.
With my tie, I loosely bound June’s wrists to the headboard.
“I love you,” I said again, leaning down and pressing my lips to June’s. She purred and moaned, arching her back and stretching her body towards mine.
I ran my hand down June’s chest and gently tweaked one of her nipples. She cried out in pleasure and I lowered my mouth to her body, taking the stiff and swollen flesh into my mouth. With one hand, I pushed her thighs apart and crawled between them. June moaned as I slid my fingers down her taut belly and gently massaged her labia.
“I should’ve had you keep your panties on,” I said in a quiet, cold voice. “That way I could see your beautiful slit through the wet fabric.”
June’s face turned bright red and she gasped in pleasure as I ran my fingertips over her swollen, soaked labia. She was already so wet that a small puddle had formed underneath her hips, and as she spread her legs, I could tell that her clit was throbbing with desire.
“I bet my little submissive slut wants me to touch her,” I said, slipping a finger inside of June’s pussy and wriggling it back and forth.
June went mad. She thrashed and moaned, shoving her hips towards mine. As I pleasured her, I was very careful to avoid her clit. I wanted to pleasure her, but not give her the earth-shattering orgasm that she so desperately craved. Not until I was ready.
“Please, Sir, touch me,” June moaned. “Please touch my clit.”
I chuckled and pulled my finger out of her sopping pussy. With June’s electric green eyes locked on mine, I slipped my finger into my mouth and licked every bit of her sweet juice away.
“You taste delicious,” I purred. “But it’s very naughty to ask me for favors when you’re in this position, June.”
“Yes, Sir,” June moaned weakly.
“But you’ve been a very good girl, and I want you to know it,” I said softly. Spreading June’s labia with one hand, I crawled between her legs and sniffed at her soaking cunt. “You smell so good,” I added. “And your master wants to reward you for being such a good girl.”
June nodded. Her face was bright red and shiny with sweat as I reached forward and gently massaged her clit, moving the tip of my finger over the surface and flicking the hard nub of flesh as gently as I could.
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