Page 89 of Knot your Good Girl

Aiden

Intherearviewmirror,James, my driver, steals a quick glance, eager to receive my departure instructions.

I shift uncomfortably in my seat; the leather creaking beneath me, and turn my arm to glimpse my watch. 5.10pm, and I’m still waiting to leave.

It’s been over fifteen minutes since I sent her the last message telling her I was in the car and waiting for her.

The moment I left Jed’s office, I sent the first unanswered text. Asking her to meet me in the car at five o’clock.

Her unexpected presence at work caught me off guard. I expected her to indulge herself with my unlimited credit card, yet she never spent a penny.

I type another message to Holly.

Where are you?

Bubbles dance over the screen, then stop, and start again before her message appears.

I thought you didn’t want anyone at work to know. Meeting you in the garage is risky.

I need to leave.

I hold back,get down here now. I don’t know what she is thinking. Then again, I don’t know what I was thinking either.

Leave. I left the office ten minutes ago.

I growl.

Ever since she found out my true identity as her new boss, she’s been acting strange around me. I know she found out. I saw it on her face as she stormed back to her desk.

Why the hell did it matter?

It mattered to you. Why shouldn’t it matter to her?

As I turn my cell phone over and over, my head pounds relentlessly, the rhythmic movement offering only a slight sense of comfort.

I click on her name in my contacts and hold my cell to my ear; the anticipation builds as I wait for her to answer. When her voicemail clicks in, I listen to her sweet melodic voice, assuring me she’ll get back to me soon.

I want to speak to her now.

“We have an arrangement, Omega.” I hate that I’ve used her designation against her, but Holly needs to learn that she isn’t in charge. “Where the fuck are you?”

Then I throw my cell because I raised my voice to her, all because I couldn’t get rid of Jed today.

Despite an hour passing since I arrived home, Holly is still missing from my apartment, and my inner alpha is becoming increasingly dominant. I’m pacing up and down my penthouse, a feeling of restlessness settling in as the urge to hunt grows stronger.

“To hell with it,” I mutter as I snatch my jacket and stride towards the elevator, barking orders into my cell for my bodyguards to meet with me in the foyer.

Fifteen minutes later, we are rummaging through her apartment, searching for any clues.

Her landlord eyes me suspiciously, his gaze lingering as he tells me he hasn’t seen her since I last came here.

“I’ll call her,” Harry says.

I grunt my approval and wait, the sound of his finger tapping her name in his contacts echoing in the silence.

“Hello,” I hear her soft voice when she answers.

“Hi Holly, Harry here. Where are you? We’re worried.”

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