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“I’m your bitch,” she hollers out in a high pitch voice.

I cover my hand over my mouth trying not to laugh.

“I’m your bitch, baby,” she repeats.

Okay, so the bitch is totally into her role, but he’s not buying it.

“You can do better. Now. Tell Daddy what you are.” I hear a slapping noise followed by a moan. And I can only guess it’s his hand hitting her ass.

“I’m your little fuck toy,” she calls out. “Fuck me. Use me,” she continues.

I roll my eyes and walk away from the door.

Yeah, I don’t need to know all the ways he feels he needs to degrade her. That’s what Rodger did to me. Made me feel degraded. Made me do things that I wouldn’t have normally done before him. I have more self-respect for myself now.

“Right,” I mumble to myself. This coming from a girl who had a one-night stand with a stranger. I shake my head at myself.

“Thank God,” I whisper harshly when I finally make it to the front door. I let out a sigh of relief that instantly turns to fear when I walk outside and don’t see my car.

I see a black Bentley, a red Ferrari, a yellow Porsche, and a couple of sports bikes. Yep, none of those are my white BMW.

Looking down and digging through my purse, I locate my cell phone. Pulling it out, I thank the Lord that it’s not dead. I also cuss out loud when I notice that I have three missed calls from the ex himself. I ignore them and call Jackie. The one who left my ass here. In my car. The bitch!

I impatiently tap my foot as I squeeze my eyes shut waiting for her to answer. Damn headache!

“Hello?” she sleepily answers on the third ring.

“Wake your hungover ass up and come get me,” I demand, looking around to make sure no one is gonna walk out of the house and see me.

“Where are you?” she asks sounding more awake.

“Wherever you left my ass at last night,” I snap.

She groans. “I’m coming.”

“Hurry your ass up,” I say before hanging up the phone.

I make my way down the stone steps and white stucco pillars. I walk past the cars in the circle drive and continue to walk down the long driveway.

I’m going to kill her!

Why would she leave me? We never leave one another behind.

As I start to come to the end of the long paved driveway, I stop and try to look through my purse for my sunglasses.

“Shit,” I cuss when I realize they are not in there. I remember having them while driving to the party last night. They must be in my car.

I huff, throw my purse back over my shoulder, and squint trying to block the hot sun that is just intensifying my annoying headache.

I come to the end of the driveway and see a tall, wrought-iron gated entrance.

Well, this can’t be good.

I come up to it and look for a button that I can push, but the only button I see is on the opposite side sitting in front of the guard shack.

Hmm well, so much for the Lord being on my side this morning. I start to look around to make sure I didn’t miss something to help open it from this side. I could go back and try to see if there is a gate opener in one of those cars.

I turn around but stop before I can take a step. I really don’t want to go back there and set off a car alarm. I’m trying to get out of here unseen. And what are the odds of them being unlocked? Not likely!

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