Page 44 of Dangerous Contract: Part 1

He sighed. “I don’t like repeating myself, Rosa. I’ve already told you that you can’t leave.”

“Watch me, you psycho. I can’t believe I was considering exchanging numbers with...” she started, only to have him interrupt her.

“I don’t need your number. I have you.”

“You. Do. Not. Have. Me. You psycho! Why am I still arguing with you about this? Goodbye. This is one thick ass you’ll never touch again.”

That said, she turned and stormed toward the elevator. He stood and followed her. It was a little unnerving having him follow behind her. She kept glancing back to make sure he wasn’t doing anything crazy.

Each time she looked back, she found him staring at her with an unreadable expression in his eyes. Something in her told her that was his version of a sad expression. But that something in her was wrong.

Men like him didn’t get sad. All they cared about was using people in any way they saw fit. Monique wasn’t about to be used by this jerk. And when she saw her ex again, she was going to stab him in his left nut. It wasn’t like he needed it anyway.

Men like Trevor should never procreate. Hope bloomed within her when she reached the elevator without him trying to stop her. Continuing to ignore him, she pressed the first-floor button on the elevator panel.

Folding her arms over her chest, she waited for the doors to open. She could feel his eyes on her. Goosebumps rose against her skin. She swallowed and told her body to ignore his presence.

But Orazio was one hard man to ignore, even when he was being silent.Whywas he being silent? She resisted the urge to look back. However, she remained alert. If he ran up, she’d pepper spray his ass.

Monique slid her hand into her purse and searched for her pepper spray. She kept feeling around, but she didn’t feel it. She could’ve sworn she’d put it in there. She jerked her purse open to look for it. Damn it. It wasn’t there.

“Looking for this?”

She whirled around to find Mr. Psycho Big Dick holding her pepper spray.

“You went through my purse?” she seethed in anger.

“I did,” he replied, not appearing the least bit ashamed.

Real fear settled over her heart, drowning out the anger for a second.

She swallowed, then asked, “Why isn’t the elevator door opening?”

“It only opens for me.”

Another wave of fear washed over her. This man was dangerous. She had to be careful, or she’d end up on the evening news.Body found on the gulf coast beach, mutilated beyond recognition.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked.

“As I told you in the kitchen, Monique, you belong to me. You’re mine. And you can’t leave me. Not today. Not tomorrow. Not ever. Understand?”

She shook her head. “No, Orazio. I don’t understand. This is crazy!”

He took a step forward. “Rosa...”

She raised her hand. “Stay there. Don’t come any closer to me.” When he stopped approaching, she said, “Look, I just want to go home.”

Sighing, he swiped his hand over his face before speaking. “If you’d finished reading the document, you would’ve seen that youareat home.”

“This is your place, not mine.”

“So, you want to return to your residence?” He went on to recite her home address.

“How the fuck do you know where I live?”

“Because I own that home also, Rosa.”

Her eyes widened. “But...”

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