Haunting-Adeline
Chapter 24The Manipulators there anything I need to know before you bring me into the pit ofsnakes?” I ask as Zade drives up to the valet parking.“IValet parking at their own damn house. This shit should be illegal.“In here, my name is Zack Forthright. I’m a self-made millionaire andhave my own company for web design. We live in Parsons Manor togetherand are a happy couple, but I sneak around on you and go to gentlemen’sclubs without your knowledge.”My eyes snap to his. He’s been going to gentlemen’s clubs? As in, theclubs that offer up women on a silver pla er for men to get their rocks offto? Rich people gentlemen’s clubs at that—ones occupied by corruptsadists. Who knows what happens in those places to those poor women?Sensing my thoughts, he smirks. “Before you judge, I have not and willnot ever indulge in what they offer there, and eventually, I’ll get all thosegirls out. But they don’t know that. Don’t be jealous, li le mouse. No onewill ever be capable of ge ng my cock hard except you.”The heroism wars with his imprudent assump on. Part of me wants tomelt, while the other s ffens into granite at being accused of such a thing.I roll my eyes. “I’m not jealous,” I snipe. “And it sounds like you just haveerec le dysfunc on to me.”He bites back a grin, a knowing look gleaming in his eyes. His voicedeepens as he drawls lazily, “Keep it up, and you’ll be choking on thosewords when my cock is filling up your throat again. Everyone passing bywill see me fucking your filthy li le mouth, and there won’t be a singleperson in that house that won’t be aware of it by the me I’m done.”I scoff, turning my head away from him. Only to hide the blush that I feelcreeping up my cheeks and the sharp thrill chasing the nerves down myspine. I s ll feel the phantom bite of metal from his belt buckle around my
neck, and I know with absolute certainty that Zade would follow throughon his threat if I pushed.Dickhead.He con nues as if he didn’t just serve me the most delicious threat I’veever heard. “Don’t speak of your personal life. Nothing that meansanything to you anyways. You’re here to get informa on on Gigi, and that’sincen ve enough.”“Incen ve?” I interrupt, whipping my head back towards him.“You’re walking into the viper’s pit because Mark found something thatyou care about and is holding it over your head,” Zade explains plainly. Isnap my mouth shut, contrite and a li le worried.“If he finds out anything else you care about, that will be something he’lluse to his advantage if he’s given the chance.”My mouth falls back open. “But don’t worry,” he says, cu ng in before Ican demand that he take me home. “I’ll flay his skin from his body beforehe can even think to do anything to hurt you.”With that, he opens the door, gets out and throws his keys at the wai ngvalet, shu ng the door firmly and cu ng off any ques ons I had on the pof my tongue.For starters, can I go home now?I’m asking myself if solving Gigi’s murder is worth involving myself withdangerous people. But it’s too late. I’m here, and I’m bound anddetermined to get at least a few more of my ques ons answered beforeZade takes me home.I have the feeling that not only am I pu ng my safety in Zade’s handstonight, but my life.Because I’m walking into a house owned by an evil man, I don’t needZade to spell that out for me.Zade opens my door and holds out a hand for me to grab onto as I slideout of the car. Electricity explodes from where his hand grips mine, and all Ireally want to do is guide his hands to other parts of my body.I suck in icy air, the cold offering a balm to my insides, and allowing meenough clarity to concentrate on everything else besides the domineeringman beside me.Mark’s house is ostenta ous. A massive white monstrosity with five hugepillars and a million windows. In my opinion, the house is ugly, typical and
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neck, and I know with absolute certainty that Zade would follow through
on his threat if I pushed.
Dickhead.
He con nues as if he didn’t just serve me the most delicious threat I’ve
ever heard. “Don’t speak of your personal life. Nothing that means
anything to you anyways. You’re here to get informa on on Gigi, and that’s
incen ve enough.”
“Incen ve?” I interrupt, whipping my head back towards him.
“You’re walking into the viper’s pit because Mark found something that
you care about and is holding it over your head,” Zade explains plainly. I
snap my mouth shut, contrite and a li le worried.
“If he finds out anything else you care about, that will be something he’ll
use to his advantage if he’s given the chance.”
My mouth falls back open. “But don’t worry,” he says, cu ng in before I
can demand that he take me home. “I’ll flay his skin from his body before
he can even think to do anything to hurt you.”
With that, he opens the door, gets out and throws his keys at the wai ng
valet, shu ng the door firmly and cu ng off any ques ons I had on the p
of my tongue.
For starters, can I go home now?
I’m asking myself if solving Gigi’s murder is worth involving myself with
dangerous people. But it’s too late. I’m here, and I’m bound and
determined to get at least a few more of my ques ons answered before
Zade takes me home.
I have the feeling that not only am I pu ng my safety in Zade’s hands
tonight, but my life.
Because I’m walking into a house owned by an evil man, I don’t need
Zade to spell that out for me.
Zade opens my door and holds out a hand for me to grab onto as I slide
out of the car. Electricity explodes from where his hand grips mine, and all I
really want to do is guide his hands to other parts of my body.
I suck in icy air, the cold offering a balm to my insides, and allowing me
enough clarity to concentrate on everything else besides the domineering
man beside me.
Mark’s house is ostenta ous. A massive white monstrosity with five huge
pillars and a million windows. In my opinion, the house is ugly, typical and
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