Page 30 of Hunted Obsession

Usually, I would say something likeWarm your pussy up for me. I’m hungry. But I have zero desire to fuck Emmie right now. I am wholly and completely satisfied.

BE THERE SOON.

Grabbing the notebook that Lucille left on my desk, I stand and make my way toward the door. I need to go to the surveillance room and talk to Hale. I know he’s the one watching the club today. I don’t think Lucille’s notes hold any more information that we don’t already know, but I’m not going to keep them to myself, just in case they do.

I rap on the door. It opens, and I’m surprised to see that Boden is holding it open. “Got bored,” he murmurs. “My schedule is empty as fuck until next week. Then it’s packed as fuck.”

Chuckling, I clear my throat as I step into the room. “Sounds about right. It’s all or nothing every goddamn day.”

“Basically,” Boden says with a snort.

Walking over to the desk, I drop the notebook in front of Hale. He shifts his attention to meet mine, then smirks. “What the fuck is this?”

“This is why Lucille was here,” I state.

His eyes widen, and Boden clears his throat behind me. They both know who Lucille is and what we had together. She was the first taste of how sweet life could be after escaping the hell we were part of for all those years.

“That notebook is why she was here?” Hale asks.

My lips twitch into a smirk before I continue. “It was the reason she knocked on the door; it was not the only reason she stayed for a while.”

Boden snorts. “I thought you were keeping Emmie on a short fucking leash until this shit was handled, not fucking other women.”

“I am. It was a one-time thing. But back to that notebook. Lucille has been researching Emmie.”

Hale stands to his feet, likely a knee-jerk reaction. He slams his hands on the desk, his eyes finding mine. “What do you mean she’s been researching Emmie?” he demands.

“I have no idea why or how she even knew Emmie existed. But she got bad vibes and started digging. I told her to stop. But she knows who Asher Grant is. She knows that Emmie has ties to the Willow Club and that one of the partners owns the art gallery where she works, too. I don’t think she has any more than we do, but the fact that she even got that much…”

“Puts her possibly in danger,” Boden murmurs. “But also, maybe she needs a job here?”

LUCILLE

Like the badbitch that I am, I wait until my butt hits the driver’s seat of my car before I burst into tears. And burst into tears is exactly what I do. Sitting in my car, I take a good thirtyminutes to cry, then I calm myself down, sniffle a few times before wiping my eyes, and head home.

I need to work tonight, and I cannot be as exhausted as I was the other night. I have to get myself together and woman up. I knew without a doubt that this meeting with Theron wasn’t going to be easy, and the outcome was not going to be in my favor. I was right.

Like the masochist I am, I don’t go straight home. Instead, I drive downtown to the art gallery. I am just going to creep past and see if anything seems odd or out of place. Instead, I’m assaulted with the sight of Theron with his arm around Emmie’s waist as they walk down the street.

A car honks and I slam on my brakes as the person in front of me has their flashers on. Sinking low in my car, I flick my gaze over to see if Theron is looking at the commotion, but thankfully, he’s not.

The man who was inside of me less than an hour ago is now cuddled up with her, walking down the street in broad daylight. I hate myself for allowing him to affect me this way. He really shouldn’t, but he does. He always has.

Theron Henderson is the man who I will forever love. Nobody else will ever measure up to him. They couldn’t even if they tried.

And I’m not about to let that little conniving bitch have him.

Not today.

Not ever.

There is only one conniving bitch who deserves Theron, and that’s me.

Making my way back home, I wipe my tears because I now have a new mission. I’m not just going to ruin Emmie. I am going to decimate her. As I drive, I can’t stop thinking about Emmie and Theron.

Seeing them together was physically painful, especially after he had been with me literally minutes before. I never want to feel that way again.

Sure, it’s not Emmie’s fault that Theron and I slept together, but at the same time, I don’t want her to have him. And since it seems he’s not willing to get rid of her yet… I’m going to do my best to send her back to whatever nightmare she came from.

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