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D had seen enough, it was time to leave.

Time to work on an alternate plan.

D was a patient man, but even still, he couldn’t stamp down his excitement.

His doll would be returning to him soon.

Whether she wanted to or not.

Chapter 17

Yara

Slamming the bathroom door shut, I locked it behind me.

Not a moment later, I heard footsteps approaching.

“Yara, are you okay?” The worry in Kazi’s tone almost made me feel guilty.

But I deserved this. I needed this. And he wouldn’t understand.

I didn’t respond. I counted down from one hundred as he banged on the door. Finally I pulled out my phone, sending a blank text to Izzy. She already knew the plan. We had discussed it earlier when I sent Mateo for coffee.

I heard Kazi’s phone ringing a moment later. “What do you mean she’s getting a cab? I just saw her run into the bathroom?!” A pause. “Jumped through a window? What the fuck is Yara up to? Why didn’t you stop her?” Another pause. “Oh fuck don’t cry! Shit, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. Don’t tell Yara!”

His voice was growing more distant as he spoke. Izzy always could throw on the water works when needed.

I owed her after this.

I waited just a few more minutes before grabbing my bag and hightailing it out of the restroom. I didn’t even look around. I simply ran to the stairs I had spotted earlier.

This restaurant was conveniently located in a hotel.

A hotel that I had a room for.

Before I started the fake fight with James, I gave him a copy of the room card and told him I needed an hour.

That hour was down to forty-five minutes when I finally stepped into the room.

Opening my briefcase, I pulled the folder out. I had labeled it myself.

Come Inside

I chuckled as I read through the documents. I always did likea good pun.

Reading through the document that I wrote so many years ago brought a bit of warmth to my heart, but did nothing to ease my anxiety.

This was real. I was doing this.

Noturning back now.

I had quite a few I wanted to try this go round. But first things first, I filled out my safeword.

Scuttlebutt.

My cunt was throbbing in anticipation as I circled three of the lines above.

Breeding.

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