Page 105 of Choosing Hope
“No.”
She makes a whining noise in her throat. “I could make life very uncomfortable for you.”
“Are you threatening me?” I growl, asking a pointless question on reflex.
“Give me one more night. I’ve been fantasizing about a hate fuck with you.”
“No.”
“Please, Spencer?” she whines again; an image of her playful pouting face springs to mind. It used to amuse me; now it does the opposite.
“You’re a spoiled little rich girl who isn’t used to being told no. There’s nothing you could say or do that would make me touch you again. You threaten me, but people in glass houses shouldn’t throw stones, Kalie. Imagine your daddy’s reaction if he heard what his little girl had done. It would ruin him and his precious reputation. Don’t play with fire, little girl, you’ll get burned.”
Each of my words is more scathing than the last, and I know they’ll have the desired impact on her.
Kalie’s father is a very successful businessman, but as a much older parent, he has very traditional views, being highly religious doesn’t help matters. I’ve always had the opinion that he has repressed Kalie. He’s well known and highly respected in elite circles, but expects the same behavior of his daughter.
“You enjoy dominating me because you can’t get away with it at home, don’t you, Spencer?” She drops her voice. “Does it make you hardhaving a ball buster for a wife?” she taunts me, aiming for a sexy tone, which only riles me up more.
“Leave my wife out of this. You fucking allowed her to believe you’re pregnant.”
She roars with laughter; the sound increasing my fury.
“I know she does. It was fun to see her face drop when she thought your baby was growing inside of me.”
“So, it’s not I assume?”
“Dunno. Maybe. What if it is?” she teases again.
Her response is answer enough for me. If she were pregnant, she’d be desperate to tell me. But I need her to admit she lied for Sophie’s benefit.
“Don’t piss around with me, Kalie. Or Daddy will see evidence of what a deviant you are.”
“Aw, that’s sweet. You kept videos of me.”
This bitch’s constant teasing is really pissing me off.
“For no other reason than to protect myself from your toxicity. Travis has them.”
The car slows, and I glance out of the window to see a queue of traffic. Infuriating me further.
“Are you pregnant?” I growl.
“No,” she admits.
And even though I was fairly certain she wasn’t before, it’s comforting to hear confirmation.
“How did you know where I was?” I demand.
There’s a pause as she considers her answer.
“My father had an invitation to the event today; I saw your name as the guest speaker.”
A chill crawls down my spine. Something in her response is creepy.
“Stay away from me, Kalie. Stay away from my family, or face Daddy’s wrath when he sees what a slut you really are. Do I make myself clear?”
“Crystal,” she murmurs.
