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I looked up with a grin. “Then it’s time to make you like me.”

And I went back to work, tongue, mouth, teeth, and all.

By the end of that night, I’d convinced Sophia to keep the next day open for me. Then, I left her sleeping soundly with her limbs splayed across the bed, and her gun tucked under the pillow. After I redressed, I padded back to my place, taking the private elevator down one flight.

I checked my phone once I got back to my place and saw a new text from Khalil sitting at the top of my screen.

Engagement dinner tomorrow. Be there at 7.

I locked my phone without responding.

Chapter 22

Thank You for This Food

Felicity

It had been a week since the pill incident, and Khalil hadn’t let me sleep alone since.

Not once.

Not even for five minutes.

I couldn’t shower without someone posted outside the door. Couldn’t step onto the balcony without his voice in my ear or one of his men tracking my every move. If he wasn’t shadowing me like a bodyguard, he was assigning surveillance as if I were a flight risk. Maybe I was, and maybe he knew it, but that didn’t mean I wanted to feel it every time I turned my head.

God, I couldn’t breathe without bumping into him. He claimed it was for my good. That he was only trying to help. But to me, it seemed like he was trying to control something that wasn’t his to control.

Yawning, I slid out of bed and headed for the bathroom with my assigned babysitter following right behind. All I wantedto do was brush my teeth, wash my face, and pee, but I couldn’t even do that in peace. I understand Khalik didn’t trust me after what happened, but damn.

“Did you really have to follow me to the bathroom?” I questioned, shooting a glare at the guard who had positioned himself by the door. “There’s nothing in here but hygiene products. I promise I won’t try to sniff any of this shit.” I lifted the toothpaste and sanitizer to emphasize my point.

The guard was as motionless as a statue, his gaze fixed on the wall above my head. When he neither spoke nor glanced my way, I realized engaging him in conversation was pointless, so I just turned away from him and tried my best to disregard his presence.

I tried to ignore him. I really did, but his heavy breathing made it impossible to ignore. His breath came out with the ferocity of a dragon, loud, dramatic, and just shy of setting my edges on fire. How the hell was I supposed to pretend he wasn’t there when he sounded like he couldn’t even breathe properly?

After I finished brushing my teeth, I rinsed my mouth and glanced over my shoulder at the guard. “Can you give me a minute?” I asked. “I need to pee. Alone. Like a normal fucking human being.”

“No,” he replied, firmly. “I was told not to let you out of my sight.”

I turned, water still dripping at the corners of my mouth, and glared at him through the mirror. “Seriously? You’re gonna watch me take a piss now?”

He shrugged. “Orders are orders, but I’ll turn my back if that’ll make you feel better.”

“Oh, how generous of you,” I sneered, snatching my towel off the counter to wipe my mouth.

When he turned away from me, I snatched the plastic cup I used to rinse with and dropped my panties. I grabbedthe plastic cup I usually used for rinsing, quickly lowered my panties. Sitting down, I relieved myself directly into the cup, nearly filling it to the top. Once finished, I cleaned up, stood, and held the warm cup as if it were a live grenade.

“You can turn around now,” I said, sweet as honey, and as soon as he did, I let it fly.

The cup hit my babysitter dead in the center of his chest, drenching his shirt, face, and neck in a spray of piss. He retched violently, his body convulsing as he staggered backward, arms flailing like I’d doused him with acid.

“What the—What the fuck is wrong with you?” he roared, his entire body trembling with rage as he frantically bounced in place, shaking his hands like a toddler mid-tantrum.

I sucked my teeth. “Nothing is wrong with me. What the hell is wrong with you?” I replied nonchalantly with a shrug. “Didn’t I say I needed a minute? Had even asked you nicely to get the fuck out, and you thought turning around made it okay to stay in the restroom with me while I used the toilet.” I shouted, feeling myself getting heated all over again.

“Nah, fuck that! My pussy was out! I don’t care what Khalil told you. I’m a woman, and this is my body. It doesn’t belong to you, him, or this goddamn house! If I don’t want anyone to see it, then everyone should respect that!”

“I didn’t even see it!” He shouted as if he missed my point.

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