"It seems like Miss Lily... Pandora... doesn't have a phone yet."
"No?" I furrow my brows at him.
Probably another one of Emilian Oakes' sick, twisted games to try and get his new daughter under his influence. I'd seen him fuck with Lily Anna's head for years - I guess Pandora's the new toy who gets to suffer his abuse.
"Send her a phone," I mutter. "Include one of my business cards, and make sure it arrives in the next thirty minutes. I'll pay for everything. Leave the number on my desk so I can use it later."
Anders nods again before disappearing to fulfil another one of my orders.
After dealing with some company issues, I find Pandora's number waiting for me on my desk. I smirk to myself, programming it into my phone and firing off a quick text message.
You're welcome.
I never asked for your help, the reply comes back a moment later, making me laugh out loud. Why can’t I send any texts from this phone? Or call anyone?
It’s programmed to only accept messages and calls. No outgoing stuff.
Well, thanks for nothing, dick.
I laugh out loud as I type a reply.
You need an ally in Eden Falls, Pandora. Don't fucking fight me on it. Or have you forgotten about the promise you made me?
Fuck you, she writes back. I can picture her brows furrowing, those little fingers typing on her phone furiously, her naked, short nails tapping against the screen.
You will, soon.
She doesn't text back, but I can't bring myself to stop waiting for her. I'm eager for another text. Eager for more from her. There's something about bringing an unwilling victim to her knees that gets my dick fucking hard as hell.
I open the program for the security camera on the computer again. She comes into view, wearing the same dress. She's lying on her bed, on her belly, her phone in her hands and
her brows furrowed as she stares at the screen intently.
Absent-mindedly, I palm my cock through the fabric of my pants again, the urge to come still not forgotten. I pick up the phone, scrolling through the numbers I've saved, wondering who I should call. But of course, it was never a question at all.
She picks up on the second ring, and I watch her face twist with anger on the screen.
"What now?"
"You've forgotten your promise," I remind her with a snarl. "You're supposed to do everything I say, remember?"
She's stubbornly quiet and I sigh, though I'm delighted about the prospect of reminding her whom she belongs to.
"Listen to me, Pandora," I grind out. "I'm going to make you fucking keep your word, do you understand? You don't make a promise in Eden Falls only to break it days later."
"Whatever," she spits out.
I watch her spinning the gaudy engagement ring on her finger.
"You don't own me. We’re not married… yet.”
"That's exactly where you're wrong," I tell her. "The sooner you realize that, the better."
"I'll never be your property," she hisses. "At least not willingly."
"Luckily, I don't give a shit about willing or not," I inform her sweetly. "What are you doing right now?"
"Lying on the bed," she admits reluctantly after a moment's pause.