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Closing her legs, she sat up. “Are you done yet?” She snapped her question.

Dr. Smith picked up the vibrator, ran her tongue over the end that had collected Nora’s arousal, then dropped it in the bag.

“All done. I’ll write up my notes and be sure to let the buyer know you enjoy being treated like a pet. I’m sure he’ll be very cooperative about that.” Dr. Smith closed her bag and headed back to the door.

Nora watched her leave in silence.

Enjoyed being treated like a pet?

No.

Greg’s pet.

She enjoyed being Greg’s pet.

And she hadn’t told him. Instead when he told her to stay, she’d gone with Bernie. She’d let herself be whisked away.

All Greg had ever done was try to protect her, and all he got for his trouble was pain.

She pulled her knees up to her chin and let the tears fall freely. She’d masturbated to the memory of his touch and his words.

If she didn’t pull herself together and find a way out of the condo, away from Bernie and his fucking doctor, that’s all he’d ever be.

A memory.

Chapter Twenty-Four

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“It has to be this one,” Greg spoke. John had tracked down three properties owned by Bernie in Chicago. The first two were empty warehouses, probably used for shipments. The third was a condo. More of an entire floor than a single unit in the sky rise, but it didn’t matter. It had to be it.

“If he took her to one of his own properties, yeah. I think process of elimination would work in our favor,” John said from the driver’s seat.

Greg ignored the doubt laced in his words. This was it. She was here. He could feel it.

“When will Gary call in?” Greg asked, staring out the passenger window at the building across the street. She was up there.

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