Page 38 of Hollywood

He pulled back and pressed even deeper just as my phone rang.

And rang.

And fucking rang.

It blessedly stopped and I got another stroke before it rang again. “Fuck.”

Hollywood rested his weight on his palms and glanced over at my phone. “Answer it.”

My brows dipped and my pussy wept but not in a good way. “What? Why?”

“I refuse to say his name while my cock is buried balls deep inside of you but answer the damn phone.” He nodded to the table beside the bed as he slowly extricated his long, thick cock from my body. “Do it.”

I closed my eyes and blindly reached for the phone, biting back a fuck load of annoyance. “Hello?”

“Winter! Thank god you answered. Are you okay? Where are you?”

“Dad,” I sighed and covered my face with my free hand. “I’m fine. I’m with Hollywood, which is where I’m supposed to be. Right?” I uncovered my face and tapped the speaker button. “What’s up?” I’d never heard him sound so frantic in my life and the warm afterglow of an orgasm and the anticipation of coming around Hollywood’s cock slowly faded.

“I just got home and the whole damn place is trashed. Literally everything in sight is in pieces.” He was breathing heavy and speaking so fast it was hard to keep up with him. “Your room was hit worse than the rest, I’m guessing that was meant to be a message for me. Obviously.”

I looked up at a frowning Hollywood who stood stark naked with a chubby as he listened intently. “What else, Winston?”

“Hollywood? Thank goodness. Are you sure you guys are all right?”

He nodded even though my dad couldn’t see him. “We’re fine. Safe. What haven’t you said yet, Win?”

“Dammit, Hollywood. Can you take it off speaker?”

I snatched the phone before he could eventhinkabout blocking me out of his conversation. “No, Dad. He can’t. Say it now.”

“Okay fine. It’s not just the mess that prompted this call, it’s what they left behind.”

My blood ran cold before he even relayed the details because I knew it was going to be bad. Worse than bad.

“On top of all the broken dishes and electronics, the shattered wood and shredded fabric were photos of you. Not the millions I’ve taken over the years but new photos. Of you, shopping. On the porch reading. Hanging out with Luisa. Talking with a professor. Coming and going to job interviews. They’ve been watching you for a long time, sweetheart. Longer than I realized.”

I never heard my dad so afraid before, not even when it became clear that Mom wasn’t going to beat cancer. He’d kept a stiff upper lip just for me but now? I was terrified too. “I’m fine Dad. I’m here with Hollywood and I’m safe. I promise.”

“That’s good honey. Very good. Where are you? I need to see you with my own eyes to make sure you’re safe.” His voice was shaky, and I knew that I had to do this for him.

I opened my mouth to tell him we were at the clubhouse when Hollywood snatched the phone from my hand and pressed the mute button. “What the fuck?”

“Don’t tell him where we are.”

I frowned and reached for the phone. “It’s my dad. We can trust him.” I growled my frustration when he held the phone away from me. “He’s your best friend.”

“The whole damn point of having you with me is that he knows I won’t let anything happen to you. Because we’re best friends, he trusts me to put your safety above all else.”

“What?” I folded my arms. “And now you think he’s colluding with the bad guys?”

He flashed a hard smile. “No, Winter. He would never ask where you are because he knows if they apply enough pressure, he’ll break. He’s not alone, I think someone’s made him make this call.”

“Winter, are you still there? I can’t hear you,” my dad’s voice sounded strained.

Hollywood held the phone between us once again. “Don’t tell him where we are, Winter. Trust me.”

I nodded because I trusted Hollywood completely. So did my dad, which meant he was probably right. “I’m here Dad. Sorry, the connection got a little spotty.”

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