Page 5 of Come Undone

"Same thing I do every night."

I called you. You cried out for me while you fucked yourself on your fingers.

"Oh." Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and then her eyes flash to mine. "Well, I hope you enjoyed it."

I meet her gaze, holding it captive. "Ialwaysenjoy it, Arwen."

She shivers again.

"Yo, boss!"

I whip my head around, staring daggers at the apprentice shouting my name from across the parking lot. He clearly can't take a fucking hint because he lifts his hand in a wave, motioning me over.

"Well, I should let you get back to work," Arwen says, stepping back onto the sidewalk. I suddenly want to strangle my apprentice. "Bye, Granger."

"Talk to you later, little one," I promise.

"I'm sorry. Arwen isn't accepting calls tonight."

"What the fuck?" I growl, stabbing the button to end the call as the automated message replays for the third time. Why isn't she taking calls? She always works on Wednesdays. Hell, she's worked every damn night since she started the job.

I pick up my cell, tapping out a text before I can talk myself out of it. She gave me her number when I needed access to their attic. I haven't used it since my third day on the job, but I've already broke every other rule when it comes to her. Might as well break this one too.

Me: Thank you for the cupcake today.

I want to ask why she isn't taking calls tonight but don't. There will be no convincing her I'm not a goddamn creep, then. No more cupcakes or sweet smiles. I'll be kicked out of her life fast enough to make my head spin.

The thought makes me sick to my stomach. I'm not just obsessed with Arwen. I'm fucking wild about her. I fell in love the second I set eyes on her, and I've only fallen deeper every moment since then. I don't just want to fuck her. I want to be the center of her world. And I want to make her the center of mine. She won't want for anything, won't need anything. I'll work like a goddamn dog to make her happy.

Arwen: You're welcome.

I hesitate for a moment and then say screw it and ask what I really want to know.

Me: What are you doing tonight?

I drum my fingers on the bed beside me, impatiently waiting for a response. Jesus. If she's out with some other man, I'm going to lose my mind. A growl rumbles in my throat, possessive jealousy churning through me. She better not be out with another man.

She's mine. She has been since I met her. I just need to figure out how to convince her that I'm not a complete asshole.

Arwen: The same thing I do every night.

"Little liar," I mumble, reading her texts. She isn't doing what she does every night. If she were, we'd be on the phone right now, and she'd be well on her way to her third orgasm. Fuck. Unless she means she'salreadyon her way to her third orgasm. Is my girl touching my pussy? Without me?

Hell no. Her orgasms belong to me.

Me: Don't work yourself too hard, little one. You won't have any energy left for the best moments in life. It'd be a damn shame for you to miss something incredible because you're keeping yourself too busy.

I smirk at the message. If she has an inkling of who I am, she'll know exactly what I mean. And if she doesn't know I'm Tex, hopefully, it'll make her think of the moments he gives her. Either way, I have a feeling she won't find getting off by herself nearly as much fun after she reads it.

Three little dots pop up on the screen as she starts typing and then stops, only to start again. She does this four times in a row before the three dots vanish.

Me: Sweet dreams, Arwen.

Arwen: Goodnight, Granger.

I smile and set my phone aside. One way or another, I'm making this girl mine.

Chapter Four

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