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I never expected to miss someone who treated me like property.

But I did.

Friday morning, I gave myself a pep talk. I needed to get my head on straight.

He wasn’t my boyfriend. He wasmy temporary owner.

On the ride to his house, I got wet thinking about how I hoped he proved just that when I arrived.

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Jeff

I told myself I didn’t care she hadn’t texted. She didn’t owe me that—I hadn’t bought her time during the week.

Still, Thursday afternoon, I opened the app tied to the chip in her collar, just to check that she was wearing it.

The location signal blinked steady at her building. She hadn’t taken it off.

Good girl.

I closed the app, then reopened it five minutes later. Just to be sure.

Pathetic.

The whole point of this arrangement was control over her. She gave me her body, her obedience, her holes, and in return, I gave her protection and a fucking payout.

Nothing more.

So why did I keep thinking about her mouth around my cock? Or the way she’d smiled at that damn Harvest Festival? Or how she’d looked curled up in my bed, wearing my collar like it meant something?

I should’ve had someone else picked by now. Another girl to keep me busy until Friday. Instead, I was watching her dot on a map like some obsessed freak with a GPS fetish.

I finally gave in and typed a message, even though I already knew the answer.

Me: You better be wearing your collar.

Three dots appeared.

Vivian: Of course, Sir.

Me: Goodgirl.

I backspaced and tried again.

Me: Good whore.

I didn’t send anything else. I didn’t need to.

She was wearing her collar and answering my texts right away. She was still mine.

For now.

And it was starting to piss me off that I cared that it wasn’t longer.

Chapter Twenty-One

Vivian