Page 37 of Corrupt Game

True. they might not have heeled in the way he wanted in the beginning, but there were so many women that wanted to be a submissive to the billionaire type.

Why was he bent on having someone like me?

This was what he was hiding. His messed up thoughts about what he wanted from a woman. He didn’t want a woman, he wanted someone to obey him. Be his slave. Care for his every need.

He got off on obedience. I was almost certain that he couldn’t even get it up. While an assistant did most of the day to dayoperations that were beneath a CEO and owner of a company such as Holdt Tech, this was degrading to my intelligence.

Anger filled me. It was going to be a hot day in hell before I let a man dictate my food needs.

Water on the other hand had been plentiful. When the food had disappeared from the refrigerator, a case of water had taken its place. Hydration was important when food was in short supply.

With my hands in front of me to make sure that I didn’t bump into anything, I made my way to the restroom.

While I hadn’t been a large woman to begin with, the college years of fast foods and horrible eating habits had added on more than a few pounds to my wiry frame.

Foster homes weren’t big on letting their wards have all the food they wanted. It was rationed and some places even locked the pantries and refrigerators to keep us from eating anything that they didn’t put in front of us.

Having only a meal or two a day was normal. Which is why in college, I’d had the meal plan included as part of my financial aid. Eating had been much easier and there were so many ways to take some extras with me for when I couldn’t make it to the cafeteria.

After the first couple of years, I’d made enough to live off campus and cooked to save money. I’d still had more food each meal than most days I’d been in foster care.

He was dealing with a pro in the matters of starvation techniques.

Why didn’t the military use foster children for undercover missions where they might be captured? We would have survived much easier than most soldiers that came from othertypes of backgrounds because we’d had years of experience. Dark spaces, lack of food, being bullied, were all part of foster care 101.

As I moved from the bathroom, I paused in front of the intercom, ready to call his pretentious ass back down here.

If it was my choice to leave, then I was going to do it.

Finger hovering over the intercom, I stood there realizing that as much as I personally hated him I couldn’t leave.

Andy’s killer was close by, and I was the only thing that was standing up for justice. No one else was going to care or try to find a way to make sure that Ian Holdt paid for his crimes.

His words continued to ring through my brain as I went and took a seat on the sofa.

“It’s your choice.”

What did that even mean?

He was dictating all of the rules. There weren’t any signs that he’d negotiate or try to come to some sort of compromise. It was his way or the highway.

What kind of choice was that anyway? It wasn’t one.

“It’s your choice.” I repeated out loud, feeling the words as if they might reveal some great truth to me.

“Damn, straight it’s my choice. I’m going to make sure you pay for every minute of it.” I mumbled under my breath not loud enough to be heard by the ears in the room.

“It’s my choice and I’m here to stay.”

Chapter 13: Collette

It had been days, I’d lost count since he’d told me that I would eat from his hand.

I hadn’t given in. I’d used water to keep hydrated, but even the smallest portions of food in the refrigerator had disappeared the day he’d made that declaration.

There had been a few moments over the past few days that I’d seriously considered caving.

The door to the toilet shut behind me and my stomach betrayed me with a growl.

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