Page 42 of Quiet Confessions: Part Two

“What do you want to do, baby girl? Because honestly right now I want to put Nixen into a coma,” Rooke grumbles and Cal huffs.

“Fuck this. I think it’s time me and Daddy dearest have a chat,” I growl and stomp to the parking lot.

“Pay!” Rooke calls out and I turn, walking backwards. “Keep your location on. If you need back up, I’ll be there.”

Cal and Nate look a little lost before they shake themselves out of it. I know he’s their dad, but he’s also an asshole who had me kidnapped. They’re going to have to figure out where they stand.

Immediately, I feel how unfair that thought was. Maybe I really am growing up. Shaking out my hands, I nod. “I love you guys, this is just something I have to do.”

“Be safe, baby,” Nate says, and Cal nods, his hazel eyes glittering with fury at his inability to do anything right now.

That’s fine, I’m going to fuck some shit up.

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I called the office to make sure that Nixen was there, because I know that sometimes he works from home. The secretary confirmed that he was in the office, and as soon as she did, I hung up.

Kian is at the school working, so I have no issues swinging up to the store and buying a bat. My location is on, but they can’t stop me.

He must have heard that I left campus, because my phone starts to ring just as I pull into the office parking lot. Sighing, I wonder if I should answer it. I really don’t want to be yelled at. Just as I park, I roll my eyes and answer it.

“Yo, I’m a little busy at the moment, can I get a raincheck on school?” I ask, turning off the car.

“Patience,” Kian sputters as he laughs. “Did you just say ‘yo’ to me?”

“Eh, it was weird for me too. I was hoping you’d want to turn my ass red less if I was absolutely ridiculous?” I ask hopefully.

“Oh, no, I definitely want to spank your ass and then maybe fuck it, but you’re definitely in trouble. Can you tell me what’s going on in that cute brain of yours?”

“I want to beat the shit out of things, and I have poor impulse control,” I tell him as I lock the car, new bat in hand. “Nixen wants to pretend that I went to Florida or the south of Italy for a vacation. I was kidnapped! If that’s his idea of a leisurely time off, then I’m here to tell him differently. He thinks I’m a pain in the ass, he has no fucking idea.”

“Why were you at the sporting goods store, baby? You know I can track your location, right?” Ki asks, and I just grin like a psychopath, letting the tip of the steel bat drag behind me. I can practically see him pinching his nose in stress and it makes me giggle. “I swear to god, you’re going to give me gray hairs. What the fuck are you dragging on the ground?”

“A bat. Love you, I’ll be home soon,” I sing as a nice man opens the door for me. He double takes at the sight of the bat that I hold against my leg, but doesn’t say anything. I love that even security is so busy that they don’t notice as I walk through the lobby of the building.

“Pay,” he sighs. “Please don’t land yourself in jail, that’s all I ask.”

“I can handle that,” I promise as I get into the elevator.

“Fine, give him hell. Love you,” he says, hanging up.

The words make me smile. It’s not the first time that he’s said this, but I feel like we’re getting closer to not having to live in secrecy. It’s one of my biggest regrets. I understand that Ki didn’t want anyone to know we were involved since we’re step-siblings, but we lost so much time together.

The smile still stretches over my lips as I get off on the correct floor. There’s not many people in the office, and I wonder if Nixen sent everyone home early. Even his secretary isn’t at her desk, so I take the liberty of walking past to his office.

Knocking on the closed door, I shove it open. Ew, well that explains where the secretary is. Her skirt is hiked up to her waist, and Nixen is rutting into her from behind.

“It looks as if you’re busy taking a meeting,” I say innocently, walking into the room. Nixen looks apoplectic as he falls forward, still connected to his secretary.

“Oh my god,” she squeals, trying to get him off her. “Nixen, get off!”

“I’m trying, you stupid cow! Your pussy is so tight, I can’t get my cock out!” he roars.

I can’t stop laughing, and take a practice swing with my bat at a lamp. “Ooh that tinkles real pretty! Was it expensive? Look at all the glass,” I crow, crunching glass under my boot. I’m really glad that I wore good shoes today.

“Fuck! Stop! That was one of a kind,” Nixen complains, pulling up his pants. Giggling, I shake my head.

“I’m sorry, but investing in a bigger penis would have been a better use of your money,” I tell him. His secretary, Trish? Carly? Eh, either would work with all that blonde hair and big boobs, struggles to pull her tight skirt down her hips. Tripping when I slam the bat down on a printer, she starts running out the door. “A really good workplace rule is to not fuck the boss. It’s meant to protect you. Respect yourself!”

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