Her voice stops me for a moment. "Don't think this is over, Mason," she says to me, much more bitterly and spiteful than the purring she was doing a few moments ago. "Don't ever think you can get rid of me so easily."
I pause as I let her continue without turning back. "Your company is going to be mine if you don't do what I say," she hisses like a fucking witch. "And if you think you'll be able to stay away from me after that, you've got another thing coming."
Fuck her.
“I haven’t finished hunting you down, dear,” she says as I exit. “You will be mine. I swear it.”
I walk out the living room and through the foyer of the condo.
I know I should have stopped and seen after Becca, but I need to clear my fucking head.
A part of me is thinking of going back up once the elevator doors open and let me out into the building lobby, but I realize that my temples are still throbbing with anger.
No, I need to calm the fuck down first.
I mean, there's a lot of things women can do. They can be sweet, innocent, and naive. Hell, they can be sexy if they want to and I won't judge. They can even be slutty, and sometimes the sluttier the fucking better.
But there's a fucking line between wanting to have sex because you enjoy the human contact and appreciate the fucking beauty in people, and wanting to have sex because you're a selfish leech that's looking to satisfy your own dark fucking desires for power and control.
No, there's nothing fucking sexual about Lorna. She's more a nympho than a slut.
That's the realization I have as I get into the cab. I tell the cabbie to take me to midtown to the Kane Price offices.
There's one thing I need to do before I get home and try finding Becca.
I head into my office and pick up the phone.
I can't tell you yet who I'm talking to, because there's a chance that if Lorna finds out, she'll try to stop me.
"It's me," I say into the receiver.
Don't worry. The one person who was expecting my call knows my voice. They know who I am if I tell them it's me. They stay silent as well.
"Lorna's probably going to go to war," I speak into the phone. "I want to be fucking ready in case she does."
Again silence. But that only means that they understand. Asking for a vote of no confidence will mean war. It has the potential to tear the company in two. I'm going to prevent that if I have to.
But right now, I've said everything I need to.
I quickly head out of my office.
I texted my driver and my limo is waiting outside of the entrances to Kane Price and I hop in, telling the driver that I need to go home.
As the limo makes its way toward Seventh Avenue and One57 apartment, I look at my phone.
Becca hasn't texted. She hasn't called.
Does she think that Lorna and I started fucking?
Or is she just too distraught at what her mother said?
Fuck, I need to get home and sit down with a glass of scotch. Then I need to figure out how to get to Becca without having to go back to Lorna's house. There's gotta be a way.
I'm not thinking of any solution as I unlock the door to my condo and walk in.
But
then, a moment later, I stop thinking altogether.