Page 7 of Not Ready

That’s a huge relief. I know at least some of my viewers are married. It’s a statistical probability, even if I hate the idea of it.

“Grab a pen and write fast. You know what the rules say.” He gives me a nod, and I scramble to grab a pen. The Slick website has very strict rules about sharing personal information. It’s a violation that could get us both banned permanently. They could be screening this right now. “If we get cut off, you call the office number on that card and ask for me. But, here, I’m going to give you my address. Come to me, gorgeous, and I swear on my life, I’ll keep you safe…” He rattles off his address, and I scrawl it out as fast as I can. “Here’s my personal number. Take it down too—” The call completely disconnects as the screen goes black.

“Oh no,” I whisper, blinking at the big red box that pops up.

Privileges revoked. Terms of service violation. Contact Slick customer care for further assistance.

Shit.

What the hell am I supposed to do now?

Fear pulses in my chest as my hands shake. My stomach aches like I might vomit. My cam clients are how I’ve been keeping my head above water.

I really wish Bishop was here.

I’d ask for a hug.

It also wouldn’t hurt to have a giant alpha at my side. I exhale heavily and get my shit together.

I have a baby counting on me to keep her safe.

I don’t have time to crumble.

Pushing myself out of my desk chair, I glance around, searching for the necessities. I’m going to call Kate as soon as I’m in my car and ask her to come with me. But for now, I have to do what I promised and get myself out of here during daylight hours.

Chapter Three

Vale

I’m pretty sure I pull up to some kind of gated community or possibly a compound. The giant fence around it screams that the inhabitants want their privacy.

I’m stopped at a gate by two security guys. They ask for my ID and the purpose of my visit. They’re stern but not rude.

It’s all very bizarre.

They point me up the long driveway and tell me to take a left to head to the main house. The house is huge, almost obnoxiously so.

As soon as I park my car on the circular driveway behind the fancy mansion, my face falls to rest against the steering wheel. I don’t know what the hell to do.

I should probably just leave, right?

What if this is a trap?

Maybe Bishop is somehow corralling me toward him, so he can sell me into sex slavery and steal my baby…

Even as the thought crosses my mind, it doesn’t ring true.

I’ve always been able to trust my impulses. They haven’t been wrong yet. At least, not in some terrible way I couldn’t come back from.

Then again, I was really wrong about Aurora’s dad.

Cooper used to come into the club at least once a week, but he never paid any attention to the dancers. It took almost three months before he actually asked me out on a date, but he flirted continually over those few months. He’d tell me to take a seat and chat for a bit. And I always did, even though it’s a big no-no at my job.

On the night he asked me out, we went to eat directly after my shift.

It was an unforgettable experience.

That’s for sure.

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