“Don’t you talk to me like that. You will tell that man to drop the charges and both of you will come home immediately. What would your father think of you acting this way?”
“What would he think? He’d have sent your ass to a mental hospital for trying to control my every waking moment. I miss him because he at least cared about what I wanted. You conspired with Charles to make it so I’d never want to leave without you again, but you messed up. Life has suddenly gotten a lot better without you all in it. I’m sorry but from now on we’re through.”
“You can’t do that. I’m your mother.”
“No. I don’t know who you are, but you’ve been nothing like a mother should be. You risked my safety to prove a point. Point proven. The world is dangerous, but no more so than the vipers who call you family. Goodbye.” I end the call because there’s nothing she can say to me to make me forgive her.
I can’t sit down for more than a second as my temper intensifies. I want to strangle that woman. I pace around Jamison’s office, feeling the weight of the conversation. Am I truly prepared to let my old life go?
The door opens and I stop in my tracks to see Jamison with a worried look on his face. “What’s wrong?”
Yes, I’m ready to say goodbye to the past and welcome the future. “Nothing, nothing at all.”
“Are you sure?”
“Now more than ever.”
“So I was able to get your purse signed off on. I know you were worried about it. Here’s some clothes. Go get changed and I’m going to show you around this small, normally tranquil town.” I throw my arms around his neck and kiss him quick and hard.
I run off to change in the bathroom when I hear my phone ping one text after another. Oh no. I left it on his desk. Turning around, I go back out to grab it and Jamison’s scowling.
“You’re mother’s a piece of work.”
“I know. Don’t worry about her.”
“I’m not worried about her. I’m worried about you. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, surprisingly never better. Although I could really use a shower.”
“Okay.” He takes my hand and leads me out of his office that locks behind us.
“Where are we going?”
“Back to the villa. I’m going to personally clean you all up and then give you the vacation you wanted.”
“I wanted to lay out and read my books on the beach,” I inform him.
“That’s fine. You can start that tomorrow. I still have several hotels to run.”
“Really? Several?”
“Yes. This being my smallest and favorite. I spend the majority of my time running everything from my offices inside the hotel and in the villa, but I do take trips out to the others. Still enough about me. I’ll order you a tablet, kindle, or whatever it is you prefer so you can chill out with high security of course.”
“Under my favorite tree?”
“Of course.”
“Will there be a hot beach boy feeding me and filling my drinks?”
“Not if he wants to live,” he growls, dragging my body to his.
“I’m teasing. I have all the man I need right here.”
“That’s good to hear because that ocean can be deadly. I’d hate for another guy to accidentally meet his maker in a terrible wave.” He winks and then spanks my ass before continuing our walk back to his villa. I ignore the few watchful eyes, but I give them something more to talk about with a pinch on Jamison’s bottom.
“You’re going to pay for that, sweetheart.”
“I really hope so,” I giggle as he tosses me over his shoulder. His hand comes down on my ass and I fight back a moan. He does it again, walking up the stairs of the porch. “Ooh. Keep that up and I’m going to come right in front of everyone,” I grunt against his back.
He slides me down the front of his body, making sure I can feel every ridge of his muscled, hard form before he unlocks the door. “You better not. I’m not a man who shares. Get your pretty ass in that shower. You have ten minutes before I come in there and finish what you started.” I dash into the villa and then into the bathroom, giggling all the way.
Chapter Six
Jamison
I drop my head and watch as she takes me down her slender throat. “Fuck, sweetheart, you’re going to make me come too fast.” I made her come with my tongue in the shower, but that’s just not enough. I had to punish my sweet Cassandra. Although having her on her knees isn’t a punishment to her. It’s pure, blissful torture to me though.
She pops her pretty pink lips off my tip, making a loud smacking sound that causes my cock to jerk. “Isn’t that the point?” she questions, tossing me a saucy smirk.