Page 27 of Possession

Her toiletries line the countertop, and I smile inwardly as I bypass them to switch on the jets. Then I turn back to take in her products. Placing my phone on the counter, I lift them one by one to scrutinize which item delivers her familiar scent. My gaze latches onto my reflection in the mirror, and my chest tightens as I tilt my head to assess the mark on my neck. Bloody fingerprints paint me, and small indentations from her nails bore into my skin. My heart hammers and my pulse races as I lick my lips at the memory.

“Beautiful little doll.”

Washing away her touch is too much to bear, and my hands grip the counter to steady me as the thought hits me like a Mack truck. I refuse to do it. I refuse to wash away her touch, her innocence.

I’ll ensure her mark is permanent. No one will take it from me.

I snatch up my phone and dial Kai. “Thank fuck, your fathe—”

“Listen to me. I want Zed at my house in fifteen minutes. No excuses.”

“Zed?”

I’m sure Kai is wondering what the hell is happening, but I sure as fuck don’t intend on wasting time telling him. He’ll see soon enough.

“Zed,” I confirm. “Fifteen minutes.” I end the call with a grin when I imagine the expletives leaving his mouth at my insanity.

Chapter Fifteen

Ellie

Iturn over with a groan, my body feeling like I’ve been in an accident. When I move my legs, they feel bruised. My thighs have taken the brunt. “Jesus,” I grumble, moving to sit up as I wince at the brightness streaming through the tilted blinds.

Opening my eyes, I take in the sheets, and the blood coating them has my pulse racing. I dart my eyes toward the space beside me, sending my heart falling to the floor, thinking about his absence.

Memory after memory assault me from last night, each one heating my cheeks and causing my core to squirm. I bite into my lip with a smile, remembering how wild Rafael was for me.

After showering, dressing, and taking my pill, I head downstairs and into the kitchen. It’s a little after ten, and Oliver is in lessons all morning, so I go about my business creating a quick breakfast and pouring a glass of juice. In a bubble of happiness, I bounce on the balls of my feet. Rafael told me to make myself at home, so I smile as I chop a few strawberries and place some aside for Oliver’s snack after his lessons this morning, eager to keep my little man happy.

Sitting at the counter, I sip my juice and scroll through my phone, looking for activities for myself and Oliver that might help with his verbal skills. It’s something we can do later, after his lessons.

A message from Jade pops up,

Jade: Heard you got yourself a Mafia Daddy.

Me: (roll eye emoji)

Jade: Rafael is hot as fuckkkk.

Jade: Just not my kind.

I smile to myself, kind of relieved my best friend isn’t interested in Rafael.

Me: I’m his nanny.

Jade: His or Oliver’s?

I spit my juice across the counter, then quickly bend over to grab the kitchen tissue and wipe it up.

Jade: Do you read him a bedtime story, or does he read you one?

I snort at her message.

Me: I’m Oliver’s nanny, dumbass, and you know it.

Jade: I can imagine. So did you suck?

My eyes widen.

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