Chapter 0121


    “Coward,” I hiss, cursing myself as I hurry up the stairs. Damn it, at the first trial of this new, powerful


    me I totally copsed. I dart into my room, pressing the door closed and taking a deep breath, closing


    my eyes as I steel myself.


    I know that I owe Daniel more than that. But damn it, Janeen and I didn’t n what I was going to say


    to him, and he caught me by surprise. But I could do it – I figure out the best way to break it to him that


    I was leaving him for his dad –


    “Oh my god,” I mutter, flying open. God damn it, but this was so ridiculous.


    I move across the room then, opening the bottle of wine and pouring myself a big ss. This was


    Janeen’s advice too – a drink for courage, but not so much that I get sloppy. There was, apparently, a


    fine bnce. But I drink the ss of wine quickly, my hands shaking a little as I nce towards the


    door.


    I don’t know if I’m going to be able to find that bnce tonight.


    I pull a new phone out of my back pocket – one that Janeen gave me this afternoon, one of her


    “burners,” she called it, that she usually uses to text her married clients from the club who want a little


    more anonymity.


    Kent took away my phone when I first got here, but things are different now. I’m not his son’s fiancé


    who needs protection anymore. I work for him now – not just as his girlfriend, but as his spy. And as


    such, I’m entitled to certain freedoms. Like texting my sister whenever I want.


    I send her a quick text now, hoping she can give me a little courage. My stomach is all tied in knots.


    Fay: Here now – part one of the n went just as we want it to! Now, just sitting in my room waiting for


    him to respond??Belongs to N?velDrama.Org - All rights reserved.


    A few secondster, her reply beeps through.


    Janeen: You’ve got this, little sis! Remember – it’s about what you want. Don’t let him pressure you into


    moving faster than you want to. Make him wait.


    I nod to myself, bolstered by her words. That’s right. It’s about me now. And I may have agreed to be


    his – his mistress –


    God, I’ve got to stop getting nauseous when I think that word -


    But he does not have any right to make me feel –


    I jump as a knock sounds on the door and freeze, my eyes going wide. Oh my god. Was that him?


    Does he want to…


    I hesitate, waiting, but another knock doesn’te. I put my wine ss down and slowly walk to the


    door.


    “Hello?” I whisper, sounding more anxious than I want to. But no replyes.


    I lean down to peak through the keyhole in my door, but I don’t see anyone standing there. Curious, I


    twist the knob and slowly pull it open.


    Outside my door sits a white box tied with a red satin ribbon. I look up and down the hallway but there’s


    no one there. I quickly snatch the box, pulling it to my chest as I m the door closed and lean back


    against it, my breathing quickly.


    Then, my curiosity getting the better of me, I hurry to my bed, quickly untying the ribbon and pulling the


    top off the box.


    Dropping the fabric, I grab at the tiny piece of cardstock, unfolding it.


    The message is very simple.


    Fifteen minutes?


    And then what?