Page 55 of Innocence
Nice try, buddy. I wasn’t that naive.
“Oh, I’m forced to do plenty of things.” He leaned back and exhaled a cloud of smoke. “I just happen to like it.”
He was kidding, right? Who would enjoy this? Unless…
“Did you volunteer to come here or something?”
“No.” He flicked his butt on the ground and shook his head. “I’m bought and paid for like everyone else.”
I wasn’t bought and paid for. I was stolen. But really, what was I stolen from? A miserable life where I did nothing but disappoint people.
Face it, Kya, they’re better off without you.
I searched Liam’s face. He seemed pretty happy. So did those girls. Well, except for the blonde. Would it really be so bad if I just embraced it?
“So, you like it here?”
“I eat gourmet meals, sleep in a bed fit for a king, and my dick gets constant attention.” Liam rolled his eyes my way, “What’s not to like?”
He had a point. What did I have to look forward to? A dead-end job and mediocre husband that settled for a plain wife? Was it really so bad here?
I mean, I had a wardrobe that would cost more than most people’s cars. I was surrounded by beauty, and Liam didn’t seem so bad. I didn’t have any friends back home. So what if it cost my dignity?
My face flushed as I tried to shift away from the ache in my core. I could still feel Lorenzo inside me. A small part of me reveled in that pain. My captor was strong, powerful, and utterly beautiful. So not the kind of guy I thought would look at me, let alone touch me.
The way he stared at me, with intense heat burning in his ice-blue orbs, was flattering, and terrifying. Because a man like that could make me forget the important things.
Like Angie.
“I’m glad you like it here,” I sighed and fingered one of the pink petals on the flower beside me, “but I don’t belong here.”
“You have a family to get back to?”
Just a sister.“Something like that.”
He hummed, gave a small nod, and leaned in closer. “Can I ask you something?”
I shrugged.
“Why are you trying so hard to get back to people that aren’t looking for you?”
My chin lifted, snapping my gaze to his. “How do you know they’re not looking for me?”
This time he shrugged. “I hear things.”
“Well, you heard wrong,” I insisted despite the pang of hurt ringing through my chest.
I wanted to believe that Mom would look for me. That she was surrounded by friends, all of whom were sick with worry. The truth was, the only person who probably missed me, was Chester.
“Enjoy yourself,” he barked out, rather rudely.
That drew my attention to a set of double doors covered in ivy. A small girl with mocha colored hair slipped out. Her bright honey eyes were locked on Liam. Neither one of them appeared to be impressed with the other. Which I found odd.
This girl had the same black collar around her neck. Meaning she had the same status as Liam. They should be banding together.
“Did he let you suck him off this time?”
My brow cocked at Liam as I slid down the bench. The deep set sneer on his face reminded me of Ralph. Whoever this girl was, Liam definitely didn’t like her.
