Page 31 of Savage Revenge

I scowl at him. “You can leave now.”

Because the last thing I want to hear about is how Jordyn was flirting with him. She might have been the one instigating it, but it still makes me want to murder him.

Caleb dips his head. “Night, boss.” Then he disappears, and I’m left alone with the woman I want to hate, but don’t.

Slowly and gently, I slide an arm under her knees and one under her shoulders and lift her against me. “Come on, sleeping beauty. Let’s get you into bed.”

She hums and snuggles into my chest, though she doesn’t open her eyes. “You smell good,” she murmurs.

I carefully move from room to room and up the stairs. “Yeah? Did you tell Caleb he smells good, too?”

“Mm, no. I don’t like his cologne. Yours smells good, though. Reminds me of sunshine and the ocean. It’s sexy. What’s it called?” Her voice is barely audible, and she’s mumbling so much I’m pretty sure she’s not actually awake. But if that’s what it takes for her to compliment me instead of spewing insults, I’ll take it.

“It’s Versace Man.”

Another soft him and then a sniff. “So yummy.”

When I get to her room, I lower her onto the bed, trying to ignore my dick as it twitches from being so close to her.

I toss the bags I brought from her place to the floor and pull back the covers as best as I can to get her tucked in under them. Meanwhile, Jordyn has already passed out again and is snoring slightly. A smile pulls at my lips as I listen. It’s more like a purr than anything.

My sleepy kitten.

I turn the lights down low and then head straight to my bedroom to grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and some ibuprofen. Something tells me she’s not going to feel so great in the morning after six mojitos.

By the time I return, she’s curled up in a ball under the covers, her long hair spread out over the pillow like a fan. When I set the bottle down, she moves slightly.

“I’m putting water and medicine on the bedside table for you,” I tell her. “Be a good girl and take it as soon as you wake up, otherwise you’re going to feel like shit.”

She sighs and nods. “Okay, Daddy.”

I freeze, every muscle in my body tense as I stare at her. She’s not awake. She didn’t mean that. Yet every nerve in my body is suddenly on fire and my cock is at full attention, wanting her. Wanting to hear her call me that again while I sink into her tight pussy.

Needing to get out of here as quickly as possible, I leave her room, careful not to slam her door before I storm past the security guard posted in the hall.

How the fuck did I let myself get in this deep?

I barely know her.

But I think I might want to.

And that scares the hell out of me in more ways than one.

CHAPTER 12

Jordyn

SIX CHERRY MOJITOS LATER

My eyes flutter open,and I groan as bright light blinds me and makes my head throb harder. I try to lick my lips, but my mouth is so dry, it does nothing to help with the chapped feeling.

Where am I again? And why do I feel like I got hit by a truck?

Trying again, I blink slowly, adjusting to the obnoxious Las Vegas sun shining in through the windows. This isn’t my bedroom.

Right. Because I’m not at home. I’m in Cash Savage’s mansion, being held as a prisoner.

The last thing I remember is lying out by the pool while watching the sky change into streaks of orange and yellow before turning dark. Edith kept bringing me mojitos. Delicious, refreshing cherry mojitos.

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