Page 113 of Captivated By Danger

I looked at the phone.

“Mom, I am free to leave here whenever I want to. I am not being held hostage. Why on Earth would Diesel threaten him, and for what? It doesn’t make sense. Ain’t nothing wrong with Kyle, but cold feet because he’s getting ready to get married in a couple weeks. Don’t talk to me about him.”

“Well, ask him. Ask him and see if he’s talked to Kyle. He’s going to lie. Greysen, I want you home. If you’re not on the next flight here, I’m going to think you’re choosing—”

“Mom, do not finish that sentence. Don’t. Because I am afraid of what I’ll choose right now. Who’s putting you up to this, Grams? Diesel has absolutely no reason to threaten Kyle. I’ll threaten Kyle before he does.”

“That’s not what Kyle said. Something had to happen because you did not see the look in his eyes.”

“Mom, I don’t think you were this concerned when I,your only daughter, was locked away because the same Kyle, that you’re so concerned about right now, had me committed, so he could have sex with my cousin all over the house with no interruption. So, if Diesel did threaten him, I wish I knew what he said because I’d say it again, to make him go even crazier. He’ll know what I went through for those seventy-two hours. Tell him the socks are very comfy. Bye, Mom.”

She was dead silent for a moment. It felt so good to speak my mind to my mom like that. It wouldn’t count for anything until I actually spoke my mind in her face.

“Since you know so much about seventy-two hours, then that’s how long you have to walk through that door until you are dead to me.” She ended the call before I could.

I didn’t believe that for one second because Diesel had no reason to threaten Kyle, especially when I was only going to be here for six weeks. Once I was done with my make-up, I walked across the room and grabbed my dress off the rack. One thing I’d miss about this place was this damn closet. It was literally my personal boutique with a large dressing room-style mirror. For this event, I’d chosen a red bandage dress paired with red strap heels, an off-white blazer, and gold accessories. My hair was in a loose bun at the top of my head with two curly pieces hanging down the sides of my face. I was oiled up looking like a brand new penny.

Giving myself a once over in the mirror, I felt and looked so damn sexy. Draping the blazer over my shoulders, I felt like the wife of a billionaire that was going to an expensive ass dinner with other rich people. All I was missing was a man next to me in an expensive sleek black suit. After snapping a few pictures, I sprayed a few pumps of YSL on my spots, and grabbed my clutch. Walking down the hall, I’d texted Tom letting him know that I was getting ready to get on the elevator, and he responded immediately.

As I got closer to the end of the hall, I heard laughter and smelled weed. When I stepped in the living room, it got quiet. Diesel and his father sat on one couch and two other older men sat across from them. Ignoring everyone else’s stare, I found Diesel’s eyes and I couldn’t read them for shit. At least I knew for sure that he wasn’t going because he was in a pair of jeans and a plain white t-shirt.

“Greysen, my grandmother always told me that a woman that’s going out in red is looking for trouble.”

I smiled. “Not tonight, Mr. Duncan. Just a bunch of college kids.”

I looked at Diesel again and his expression was still the same; unreadable.

“Well, goodnight, guys.”

I walked to the elevator, hoping that Diesel would say something, but nothing. The whole ride to the campus, I kept looking for a text or anything, but nothing. Tom pulled in front of the building and parked to let me out. As soon as he opened the door, my phone vibrated in my clutch.

Sir:Aaron Jones: Unapproved List.

I immediately texted him back.

Me:Who?

“I’ll be out here waiting for you,” Mr. Tom said.

“Okay, thank you.”

There wasn’t a text back. I should have known that he wasn’t going to text back. I put my phone in my clutch because I was not going to let Diesel rattle me. I didn’t even know who a damn Aaron Jones was. After I got ID’d in, I made my way into the ballroom, and it was set up like a lounge. I immediately recognized a few of my peers from both of my classes. Looking around the room, I noticed Jeff in the back corner leaning against the wall. I had to force myself not to let my eyes linger on him. It’s possible that he could be watching me for Diesel. I wouldn’t put it past him. My eyes finally landed on a couple of girls waving me over to them. They patted the seat in the middle of them. I recognized one of them from my second class. But I didn’t know her name.

“Sutton,” the first girl introduced herself. “We sit a few chairs over from each other in our Early Childhood class.”

“Yeah, I recognized you.”

“I’m Ariel,” the second girl introduced herself.

“Greysen. Most people call me Grey.”

“Oh my God. You’re not from New York, are you?” Sutton asked.

I shook my head. “Small city in Florida.”

“Girl, sit down. I know you want to get off those tall ass heels,” Ariel said.”

I sat in between them and crossed my legs.

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