Page 149 of Hate Mates

“He doesn’t owe you any more money. Not after tonight,” she quips, trying to sit up, but I hold her tightly so she has to keep laying on me.

“That money is yours, you don’t have to give it back,” I explain.

“But—”

“No buts. You deserve that money.”

“You were such a good girl for us,” Dean chimes in.

“I don’t want the money,” Flora mumbles.

“Why not? You earned it,” Drake tells her.

“To pay my father’s debt,” she explains. “I would have never taken money for sex for any other reason. I’m not taking the money; it’s yours anyways.

“It doesn’t matter,” I interject. “You won’t be needing cash after tonight. You already have anything you could need, or want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” she questions, yet again trying to wiggle out of my hold. I simply tighten my arms around her so she can’t move.

“You’re not going back to your father’s house,” I explain. “You’re coming with us.”

“What? Why?” she asks, panic in her voice.

“You’re going to live with us from now on. In our penthouse. You’ll have a room there… or you can sleep with one of us if you wish.”

“You’re insane.”

“Maybe, but that doesn’t change the fact that you’re coming home with us. You belong to us now. We’ll take care of you from now on. You’ll never have to worry about money or anything else ever again. Whatever you need or want, it’s yours.”

“I want to leave.”

“That’s the only thing I can’t give you. You ours now, Flora.”

Now and forever.

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