Page 32 of Promise Kept

“Not sure how much you remember about last night,” Ellis says, bypassing the knowledge that my vibrator is just hanging around on the coffee table. “There were a few comments made about the business.”

Ah. Yes.

The business.

The big secret.

The thing I was never allowed to know about.

“I wanted to see you in person to tell you this,” Ellis says. “I am doing everything I can to block you from the business, Larissa.”

There’s too much happening at once.

My head is throbbing.

My pussy is aching.

My vibrator is on the table.

I have hot coffee and bagels waiting.

And Ellis is here to tell me he’s going to stop me from being part of a business that was left to me?

“You can feel how you want about this and about me,” he says. “Nothing will change my mind. I made a promise and I intend to keep it. That promise was to keep you safe. To keep an eye on you.”

“Fuck you,” I snap. “You hear that, Ellis? Fuck you. Get the fuck out of my apartment. Take your coffee. Take your bagels. Fuck off.”

Ellis nods.

He doesn’t show any emotion.

He’s just so strong and commanding.

He then has the balls to lean closer to me and he kisses the top of my head.

“Enjoy the coffee and bagels,” he whispers. “I know you need it.”

Ellis turns and walks out of my apartment.

Well, fine, I’m going to drink the coffee.

And I’m going to eat the bagels.

And I’m going to use the vibrator again.

Just out of spite…

Because I now officially hate Ellis.

6

The Whole “Act Like a Brat, Get Spanked” Thing…

ELLIS

She’s not the last person I want to see, but I’m not exactly rushing to the elevators with a smile on my face.

I do have flowers in my hand.

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