Page 20 of Body Tox

He wasn’t fighting me. Every move he made was dodging and blocking my assault. That made me even angrier.

“Fight me, you fucking asshole!”

Again, he only dodged me. I felt myself being torn away from the bastard. Mutilated staff members from my rebuttals and my father’s bodyguards ripped me off him like a cat on a mouse.

I’d tear him to shreds when I had the chance.

“Echo Thea Svenson. I understand you are hurting. I understand your pain and confusion about your loss, but no wayin hell are you going to harm this man. I just hired him, for Christ’s sake.”

He pointed at me like I was the devil, and maybe I was.

“You make having a bodyguard impossible. You leave me no choice but to ship you off to the corrective housing facility. Maybe there, they can better teach you to be a goddamn adult!”

I froze. My body was still being hauled off down the hall, but my ears held on to every word from my father.

Corrective housing…aka an asylum. My father wanted to put me in a ‘nuthouse.’

I stopped fussing long enough for the staff to stick me back in my room and shut my door.

I felt like a teenager being locked away for bad behavior.

I growled. My anger at being away from my dear Cali burned a hole deeper in my heart.

Her beauty and her fucking body were everything to me. I didn’t love her. I never loved anyone, but we were good for each other. She was a good friend to talk to and the best sex partner, with a magical tongue.

What was I supposed to do now…

I wallowed on my bed, going from crying and ruining my makeup to angrily swiping through my phone to watch Cali making me choke on her tongue again and again.

I didn’t know you could be so sexually frustrated when someone fucking died.

What was wrong with me? Did I even care that Cali was dead, or just that I lost my sex partner?

I hadn’t fucked anyone but Cali, not since Alex…

God help me, the thought of that asshole made me raving mad all over again. I kicked my bed stool, knocking it across the room into the door.

“Ya know, your dad may consider not sending you to ‘Looneyville’ if you stop acting like a spoiled brat who lost her favorite toy.” The husky words were spoken right outside my door.

I ran to the wood and smashed it with my fists, the lock on the outside effectively keeping me prisoner here.

“Who do you think you are, huh?” I wailed, punching the door harder and harder until it splintered.

I saw his face through the slivered crack and added my feet to the mix to kick it down.

“Or not. Maybe you belong there.” He shrugged, and I screamed at him.

His stupid body was keeping the door’s frame intact. He turned to face me, and his piercing eyes looked wild.

“I am trying to look good at my job, Little Wraith, so would you be so kind as to throw your bitch fit when I leave? Destroying furniture is not really helping me get the best of reviews.”

I smiled at his smug face.

“Sure thing,” I agreed.

Walking over to my vanity, I shoved the mirror backward, the thing zipping down the wall with a thump.

The metal felt light with my amped anger coursing through me. I pulled it over to the door and picked it up.

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