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He smirks, like I’m just a dumb girl.

“Sure, baby.”

I squint. “That wasn’t torture stuff?”

“You’re home. You got off, Charlotte. I forgave you. What more could you want?”

“I was justcurious about—”

“Don’teverwatch that kind of porn. You. That’s all I want. This.”

He kisses my hand and adds casually, “I got a second job.”

“You did? Where?”

“A slaughterhouse. It’s ugly work, but they don’t care about my record. We still need seven grand to save the house, but if I pick up enough extra hours, I think I can get us there. You won’t have to work at that tourist shop anymore. Focus on your new career instead. Pass your tests.”

I sit up fast. “Grayson! That’s... so sweet.”

“And if you need a fucking ride, you callme. Day or night.”

I stare, astonished, but he rolls on his back, drifting off fast, no doubt exhausted from work, the chaos, the sex.

I lay my head down, watching him. He doesn’t hold me close, but I smirk when I notice his fingers clutching the handcuff chain.

I stay up for a while. Thinking.

He’s my everything, too. I love him...

But I am curious. IguessI satisfied all his needs. Yet, if he doesn’t want me to watch that type of porn, then I mustnotbe the kind of girl he once craved. A girl who could handle seeing it.

Maybe he still craves those girls.

Maybe I should watch that type of porn to learn stuff. Impress him.

Although, I bet I did exactly what those girls do. Better, too! Just look at him. He’s sleeping so hard. Yep. Completely satisfied. I shouldn’t feel insecure.

I’m confident. Sexy.

In fact, I am comfortable enough to watch that porn... or even seehisvideos.

Yep. I could bear it. Seeing him with another woman. That’s the past. I just blew his mind. What could it hurt?

Chapter 33

Grayson

Too fucking early. Two hours of sleep and I already want to kill someone.

I crawl over Charlotte and shower again. Let her sleep longer. Make her breakfast. Then go unlock her cuffs.

The key was in van-boy’s wallet, right beside a brass badge. Stolen or legit, I don’t care. If he shows up again, I’ll put a hole in his fucking skull.

She doesn’t even flinch as the cuffsclickoff her wrists.

So I smack her ass.

“Up. Class. Now,” I growl.