I watch as a tear slips from the corner of her eye and I know exactly what it is she’s trying to tell me. Buzz. Buzz.
“That’s all I need to know, baby.”
I fuck her pussy hard and fast with my fingers, giving her exactly what I promised I would. She screams in pleasure until she comes, dowsing my bed in her sweet juices. Before she has a chance to catch her breath, I kneel down on the bed and pull her on top of me. Plunging my cock deep inside of her as she straddles me, I fuck her hard until she screams out another release. A few moments later, I grunt a release of my own, coating the inside of her in my cum; marking her.
When all is said and done, we both fall back onto the mattress beneath us and pass out for several more hours.
When I reawaken, I can hear the sound of the shower running. While Ingrid is in the shower, I check my phone to see who it was that decided to blow up my phone on a Sunday morning.
Cornelius Baxter. Seven missed calls. Three text messages. Two voicemails.
What the fuck?
Not even listening to the voicemail, I sit down on my bed and call him back.
“Carver!” he screams.
“What the fuck, Baxter? Where do you think you get off harassing me like this? If you think this is going to get you out of the contract, you’re dead wrong.”
“No! Carver, please. The man who I was telling you about, he contacted me again. This time he sent me pictures of her. Of my Cordelia. He’s been watching her. I need you to let the contract go. Please! I’m begging you!”
There’s nothing more uncomfortable than the sight or sound of a grown man sobbing, and that is exactly what Cornelius is doing at the moment. Try as I might, I just can’t put myself into his shoes. But then I remember that his daughter is about Ingrid’s age. What if this were happening to her? Like with the man last night.
“Fine, Cornelius. I’ll call my lawyer and have them draw up the papers. Come by the office on Tuesday and we will dissolve the contract. And, just to be clear, I don’t want to marry your daughter. No offense.”
“Thank you, Carver. Thank you so much.”
I click the end button on the call as I hear Ingrid’s cheerful voice as she exits the bathroom wrapped in a towel.
“Who was that?”
“A business associate of mine,” I answer. “How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine, thanks to you. However, I probably should be heading home. I don’t want to wear out my welcome here.”
“That will never happen, Ingrid. But I can have T drive you. Do you mind if I stay here? I have a busy week at work that I need to prepare for.”
“Of course not! That’s fine.”
“Hey, also, there’s this Masquerade next weekend. I wasn’t going to go, but I thought we could have a date do-over. Would you be interested in that?”
“Sure! It sounds like fun!”
“Great. Let me know which day you’d like to go shopping for an evening gown. I’ll send T to pick you up. If I can get away and join you, then I’ll do so.”
“Perfect,” she smiles at me.
“Wonderful.”
As much as I don’t want her to leave, once she’s gone, I’ll be able to start my search on Max Ridgeway.
Chapter Seven
It’s been a hell of a week. Between dissolving my contract with Cornelius and two other mergers that are closing in the next two weeks, there’s been a lot going on. So much so that a Silvercrest social event actually sounds like fun. I’m sure it only has to do with the fact that I haven’t been able to see Ingrid all week. Between her schedule and mine, we weren’t able to make anything work. But, we’ve really upped our sexting game, which has been exciting.
I haven’t heard from her all afternoon though. I was hoping she would tease me with a pic of what she’s wearing. Whether it be the dress or what’s underneath. The masquerade starts in two hours, so I am sure she’s just busy getting ready. T left to pick her up a little while ago. He’s bringing her to the office and we will leave from here. I can’t wait to see her.
As I scroll through my emails to kill some time while I’m waiting, my cell phone rings.
“T, what’s up?”
“Sir, have you heard from Ms. Andrews? I’ve been knocking on her door for the last fifteen minutes, but I’m not receiving an answer.”
“Are you sure you’re knocking hard enough? Maybe she can’t hear you. Can you hear anything inside?”
“No sir.”
Goosebumps spread over my skin as I think back to last weekend and Max Ridgeway. I wasn’t able to find much of anything personal on him, only business things. So I’m having my PI look into it. We’re scheduled to meet on Monday to discuss his findings.
“Knock the fucking door down, T.”
I hear a loud crash on the other end of the phone, followed by “Oh, shit!”
“T? What is it?”
“The place has been ransacked, Sir.”
Fuck!
I sped over to Red River as quickly as I could, calling the cops on the way. They’re sifting through Ingrid’s things right now. Dusting everywhere for prints. I gave them Max’s name and told them about what happened at the show last weekend. I also told them about her past with him.
I asked T to stay there and relay all information to me as it comes in. Then, I called my PI and told him that we needed to meet ASAP. That’s where I’m headed when my phone begins to ring.
“Ingrid?!” I shout into the phone without even looking at the caller ID.
“Carver? It’s me, Cornelius!”
Fuck!
“This isn’t a good time, Baxter.”
Just as I’m about to hang up, I hear him say that they’ve taken his daughter.
“Wait a minute, slow down. I’m
