Page 46 of Captivated By Danger

“Aw. She really sounds like a teacher.”

I raised my eyebrows in response. “Right. Pretty ass voice.”

I held the recording button. “Ms. Greysen. That is a personal problem. We will leave on Monday morning.” I sent it.

Dymon shook his head while laughing. “Alright man. I’m going back upfront. Ain’t nothing wrong with your ass.”

I laughed.

When he left the room, another voice message came through.

“You are an asshole, Diesel. Be very surprised if I come out the house on Monday.”

Immediately I sent back, “Ms. Greysen, I will add kidnapping to my resume.”

Moments later, a text came through.

MG:I can’t stand you. Bye. And DON’T have a good night either.

I smirked. Yeah, she was going to be fun.

SEVEN

GREYSEN

Sunday

The weight of not being able to tell my parents that I was moving to New York with a man that I barely knew sat heavy on my chest. After Diesel dropped me off, I tried to sneak in the house, but my father and, surprisingly my mom, were up waiting for me. For my father, it’s something he’d always done. He told me that his nerves never rested until he knew I was safe. It’s been that way since he let me start staying out past dark. They both wanted to know all about my date. I told them about Diesel Danger and the light things that I knew about him, which was not a lot. His name. Where he worked. I didn’t know what he did, so I couldn’t tell them that. The more questions they asked, the more I realized that I didn’t know anything about this man for real past his name and where he worked. Oh, I tried to show them his professional Instagram page to distract them from me being basically clueless about the man I’m supposed to live with for the next six weeks. That did very little to distract them, so I knew I wasn’t ready to tell them that I was moving.

On top of my parents’ line of questioning, every time I shifted, the silk rubbed across the part of my ass where Diesel spanked me. It didn’t hurt, but it didn’t exactly feel good either. I hated how much it turned me on. If his hand stung like that, I didn’t want to imagine the other objects he was planning on using on me. The more I shifted, the more it stung, so they thought I was dancing because I had to use the restroom. I was able to sneak away and that’s where I stayed the rest of the night.

The next morning, I woke up and waited until my parents were gone before I came out of the room. There was no way I would have survived another round of questioning. I’d showered quickly, dressed in something loose, and met Elle at our favorite brunch spot. I needed to vent before I popped. The weather was nice, so we’d chosen a table outside. She’d been staring at me with a smirk on her face for the last ten minutes after I’d told her about my disastrous date with Diesel.

“I can’t really take you serious leaning on your right ass cheek like that, Grey,” Elle laughed.

“No, you really don’t know what I’m going through. Any little touch on it, it stings a little bit. Damn near feels like he broke some skin. You saw the picture.”

“It just looks like he was sucking on your ass a little bit.”

“Girl,” I hissed.

“I’m just saying. So, you still ain’t told your folks you leaving?”

I shook my head.

She took a sip of her mimosa. “And why not?”

“I am terrified. You know how my mother overreacts to stuff. My father is going to lose his mind.”

“So, are you planning on just waking up and leaving and never telling your parents?”

I took a long sip of my mimosa. I needed to slow down before Elle had to help me to the car.

“Well, no, but—”

“Or you can just tell that sexy ass man who apparently wants to take care of you financially and sexually that you’re not going to go because your parents may disown you.”

“But, do I want to be disowned over six weeks of fun and pleasure?”

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