Page 7 of Be a Good Girl and Choke on this D*ck
God, chasing her would be such a rush.
I might have to enact that scenario once she’s on the property, where she’ll be kept under lock and key until she begs me to let her stay forever.
I send a message to my house manager, requesting that she have everything ready for tomorrow evening. I then email Leonard a list of names for the Halloween party we’re throwing next weekend. It’ll be a rather exclusive event, including people with like-minded obsessions towards their partners.
Checking the time, I’m reluctant to leave while Hael peppers Galen with questions, but this meetingacross town is another prestigious security project that I’d like to land without issue. As much as it kills me, I must shove my girl to the recesses of my mind while slipping into the back of the limo. My driver keeps any small talk to himself; the way I like it.
Browsing the details of the hotels—what they are looking for, their system requirements, etc.—I skim their current security details and am confident this contract is in the bag. The only thing left to settle is the price.
Instead of succumbing to boredom during the drive or overworking myself, teasing my sweet pea some more seems appealing.
Me: How was lunch?
Sweet pea: How did you know?
Me: Because I sent it for you.
Sweet pea: You are maddening.
Me: How so?
Sweet pea: You’re a stalker! How in god’s name do I accept this? People get arrested for what you’re doing.
Me: True. I have no intention of causing you any harm,however.
Sweet pea: From what Galen describes, that may be true, but the people around me? He says you just might if someone were to cause me pain.
Me: Also true.
Sweet pea: So how can you say you have no intention of harming me when this could happen! What if I fall in love with you or something and you get taken away to jail? What then?
Ah! Progress.
Me: You’re saying you could love me?
Sweet pea: That’s what you focus on?!
Me: It’s the most important part.
Sweet pea: I can’t talk to you if you aren’t going to be serious.
Me: When it comes to you, I’m always serious.
Sweet pea: I’m shutting my phone off now.
Me: Don’t you fucking dare, Hael. I had planned to leave you alone tonight, but I won’t hesitate to show up and turn your ass so red you won’t sit right for a week.
Sweet pea: Threatening me is uncalled for.
Me: Same.
Sweet pea: How is me shutting my phone off a threat?
Me: It takes away my ability to contact you.
There’s a pause as bubbles pop up and disappear repeatedly. My patience is wearing thin when she finally answers.
Sweet pea: That should be sweet.
