Page 55 of Disturbed Lucidity

“Excuse me?”

“You have a problem, asshole.”

Leaning back in his chair, Luc grinned, crossing his arms over his impressive chest. “Pray tell. What’s my problem, Ivy?”

“You have a short memory span.”

“Is that so?”

“Yep. I seem to recall an arrangement we made.”

“I remember.”

“Do you? Because nowhere in that agreement did you say everyone would babysit me! I don’t need a fucking babysitter.”

“No, you need a jailer.”

“Fuck you, Luc,” I growled, flipping him off.

I was done with this shit. I should have known the fucker wouldn’t keep his word.

Walking away, I heard him clearly say, “Get back here.”

The room went deathly quiet.

I kept walking and shouted, “No!”

When I went to take another step, he sneered, “I’m going to count to three, and if I have to get up and chase you, I’m gonna beat the fuck out of you.”

That stopped me. The room went electric.

Turning toward him, I glared. “Fuck you, Luc. You don’t own me.”

“That’s where you’re wrong. One.”

Huffing, I stood my ground.

“I’m not some fucking toy for your sick amusement.”

“Never said you were. Two.”

“You won’t break me.”

“Three.”

The second he moved, I ran.

Chapter Sixteen

Luc

Walking out of my office a few hours later, zipping up my pants, I smirked at seeing Slash and said, “She will behave.”

Not even seconds later, Ivy walked out of my office, sniffing, rubbing her ass, and wiping her swollen lips.

“Jesus fuck,” Slash groaned, walking away, repulsed.

Fucker better get used to seeing her like that if he wanted her to stick around. I wasn’t fucking playing around. She would obey. Even if I had to whip her fucking ass and use her mouth every fucking day to get her to comply, then so be it. If not, then I would kick her ass to the curb and not look back.

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