Page 114 of Saved By My Buyers

“I am,” I confirm. “Do you want me to pick something up for you? I’m sure there are earrings you’d enjoy.”

I really am a fucking brat. I enjoy pushing the edge, and watching him spank Dahlia was fucking hot.

“Ha, ha,” he says. “What are you getting for Dee?”

He must be where others are around.

“I found some tiered violet earrings she’ll love,” I tell him. “I wanted a pair of bangles to add to it, but I’m going to need to come back for them another day.”

“Put the bracelets on our card,” he growls, making me shiver. God, why does he have to be so damn sexy. I swear, I just have to hear his voice, and my pussy is ready to start panting. Down girl. It also didn’t escape my notice that he didn’t call it his card.

“Jack,” I admonish. “You don’t even know what they cost.”

“Money doesn’t matter on birthdays,” he says stubbornly. “I don’t need to know the cost, I’ll just pay it when the bill comes due at the end of the month. This way you can get everything you want. I would offer to put it all on our card, but you’ll be a brat about it.”

He’s not wrong.

“Alright,” I mutter. I do really want to get her both the bangles and earrings. The bangles are hammered silver, with black and violet crystal clusters spaced along the bracelets. “Thank you.”

“No thanks needed, baby. You’re saving me a trip to the jewelry store,” he says easily. I somehow don’t think this was in his plans at all, but he is sweet. “Have fun, I have to go in to meet with a client, I’ll see you later.”

“Bye,” I say, hanging up. “Can I get the bangles as well, please?”

Mr. Stonewell simply grins, and doesn’t say a word when I ask to put my purchases on two cards.

“Thank you,” I say happily, walking out of the store with my bags in hand. I stop at two more stores, finding a pretty pair of shoes for work for her, as well as some new makeup. While she doesn’t need it, sometimes it’s nice to wear it.

I carry pepper spray in my purse and a pocket knife at all times, ever since the homeless man scared the shit out of me, in the parking garage. I’m considering taking self defense classes because it’s a smart choice, and I’m thinking about asking Dahlia to go with me, when someone yanks on my arm, pulling me into an alley.

Inhaling sharply, I scream, only to have my breath cut off as a large, masked man shoves me against the brick wall with his hand gripping my throat.

“Shut up,” he growls as I drop all of my purchases, slapping at his face and kicking at him. I wish I was wearing boots, because then I may make even a slight impact if I were.

Squeezing harder, he lifts me off the ground, my short legs trying to kick him away.

Fuck, I can’t breathe. There are already spots floating in my vision, and all I want is for him to let me go.

“Oh Bronwyn,” he murmurs, his voice gravelly and difficult to hear. No one should know that name! “Your daddy really misses you, but he misses his little whore even more. Have you seen her? Will she come out of hiding if I hurt you?”

It’s hard to grasp if he knows Dahlia is living with me or not, but the shock of his words forces me to fucking think. My romper has pockets, and that’s where my knife is. The pepper spray isn’t going to fucking help me now.

It’s difficult to think, but I manage to continue to slap and kick as he gets even closer, pinning me to the wall with his body and fist. He reminds me of why I despise most men, his large body attempting to threaten and dominate me.

His dick is hard and repulsive against me, and all I can see of his face are his thick lips.

Fuck no.

He’s robbed me of breath and my voice, and I wish I had a bigger goddamn knife as I shove my hand into my pocket, pulling out my blade. He can’t see my movements, because he’s so fucking intent on watching me pass out.

Flicking open my knife, I stab him wildly with it in his arms and face, willing him to let me go so I can breathe.

My vision is going very black, and I can’t pass out.

“Fucking bitch!” the man back hands me as he throws me away from him, glaring at his arms. Jack didn’t get me just any pocket knife, it’s a Benchmade mini barrage, and did some damage.

He told me it had a lower learning curve to open if I was panicking and needed to use it.

I’m glad he thought of that.

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