Page 73 of Rhet

“I should rest up; tomorrow will be a new day and I can pretend this never happened.” I drank my milk and threw the glass into my dish washer.

“This never happened.” I pull at my nightshirt, and it slides against my sore nipples. Giving a hint of pleasure and pain.

“Oh, yes, it did,” I say out loud “But I can’t let it happen again.”

I place my glasses on the side table and climb into my bed. I plump my pillows and lay my head down to sleep, while my mind replays everything that could have happened if I had only stayed.

RHET

Streams of light come through my bedroom window. Rolling onto my back, I drag myself to sit up against the headboard. I slept like shit. In fact, I feel like shit this morning. I’m confused as hell. In all my years of living, I have never had a woman walk away from me. It has never happened.

A part of me wants an explanation and the other part would rather crawl on hot coals before I ask for one. Does she know how many women would kill to be in her place? I said the wordStayto her.

And I meant that shit, I wanted her to stay. Does she know how damn rare that is. That never happens.

Not even in my wildest dreams have I saidstayto someone. I’m mad as hell. I shouldn’t even care. I roll off the bed, needing my cup of coffee and my updates.

Dialing her number, I wait for her to answer so I can find out why the hell did she run away?

Four rings later, she still hasn’t answered. Not only did she walk away from me, but here she is ignoring my calls. I shouldn’t care this much.

Yet, here we are. I’m walking to the pool house, while her phone keeps ringing.

The whole pool house is dark. Pinky and Muffin look as depressed as I feel as they lay on the deck waiting for Zeeta. Zeeta isn’t there.

Her phone goes straight to voice mail.

“Hi, I can’t come to the phone right now, but leave a message, honey bunny,” her voice sings through my phone.

I wait for the beep then. “Where the hell are you? Call me back now.”

Ten minutes later, still no call.

I call back to leave another message. “You reaching for a spanking, Zee? Is that what you want?”

I take a shower and change. The sun is up. She didn’t show up with my coffee.

I’m ready to throw my phone, I dial the guard booth to find out what time she left.

“Mr. Banner, she left around 3:30 a.m.,” My security utters.

I hang up the phone not even bothering to say thank you.

I should feel insulted. In fact, I am fucking insulted.

I enter my home office, wanting to throw anything against the wall. As I sit behind my desk, I think of the danger she might be in. I have enemies. They all must know who she is by now.

I dial her number again. “Zee, text me. I need to know you’re okay.”

An hour passes, still no call. What the fuck does she want from me? Fuck this shit. I don’t give a shit about any woman, other than my mom and the Virgin Mary.

I’m sorry she said. For what? For coming in my arms.

Who the hell does she think she is anyway? Julian is a million times more efficient than her ass.

I drag my hand down my face. “Fuck me, her ass.”

The image of her ass surrounding my cock hits me. I grab the phone and dial her number again. It goes straight to voice mail. “What? Are you pissed I said it’s just sex? I don’t do fucking relationships. Answer the damn phone.” The day is almost over and still no answer

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