Page 142 of Wanted
“No, it’s okay,” I assured her. Weirdly enough, I’d come to terms with my lack of uterus. I couldn’t wait for my body to finally realize that I’d have no more periods. Once that fake period pain stopped, I’d be free.
“No children means even more sex! Enjoy it. I’ll surely miss it,” she exclaimed. “Anyway, I’m talking your heads off. I’m sure you’re busy. Call me someday. My owner wants to meet the famous prince. Let’s have dinner at our place.”
“We’ll see,” Weston responded.
I added, “I’d love to.”
“Yes! I have so many questions to ask you. You see, my owner is not from here...“
“Mandy?”
“Huh?”
I took a glance at where I was. We weren’t on Katantia anymore. His former conquests couldn’t sneak up to us and make conversation. He’d got us a home in the middle of nowhere so that it could just be us.
“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Weston asked. He tucked a strain of my hair behind my ear, and I shivered at the simple touch.
“I was thinking of Hae-Won,” I told him, taking a deep breath. It was only us out here. The property was empty. Would we get bored? “And how we met her in the baby store.”
Our embrace broke, and he approached the windows. His eyes traveled the corners of our new property. “I can’t change my past.”
I followed him, standing beside him. “I know. It’s a lot to get used to for me. I’ll manage.”
“That’s why we came here. We’re starting anew. Paint our picture. Make it a good one. We all need some color in our lives, and you’re mine,” Weston said, tracing a line on the window. “Don’t forget that, my pretty little whore. We’ve got each other now.”
A moment of silence passed in which I collected my thoughts.
“We need to get you new shoes, comfortable ones that don’t cost a fortune. What’s our address here?” I asked him, and he cocked his head in my direction with a smirk on his face. His fierce blue eyes were bright today, although there was a hint of sadness at what we’d left behind in Indianapolis and Katantia earlier this week.
“I thought you’d never ask!” Weston pulled out his phone, and he summoned our address.
“That’s my name,” I said, flabbergasted.
“Yes?” He put his phone on the desk next to the new laptop. “It’s on the contract, too.”
I cleared my throat. “On the contract?”
“Don’t sound so surprised.” He added, “I will not confirm whether we forged your signature or not… It was a joint effort on Jordan’s, Kamila’s, and my part. I promise I’ll never do it again. We didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”
The trip to our new home had exhausted me, so I had zero energy to debate what a forged signature meant to me. I simply stated, “You know I can’t afford this. I have zero money to my name.”
Weston shrugged. I playfully shoved at him. “Hey.”
“What?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear. “Start typing on that laptop. I’m sure people would love to hear about your crazy Katantian adventure.”
Yeah, right.
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KAMILA
A LITTLE LATER
Anyone who told me that polyamory was as simple as a sex on the beach cocktail had lied. It cost a lot of money to be with two men at the same time.
The government and I cut budgets for unnecessary spending. We funneled it into society, hoping to spice up the Katantian economy. That was two years ago.
Aram left the country in a mess, and his ghost haunted us beyond his grave. Spencer and his tactics still undermined us at every corner. Soon, we would run out of billionaires to buy out his property on Katantia. I could see it coming.
