annoyingly happy.”
He smirked. “I’ll have your candidates by the end of the week.”
I nodded while both left my office without another word. I worried about
bringing another person onto the island to be with Jaden, but it couldn’t cause any
more harm than I’d already done. Maybe this person could give Jaden something
else to focus on besides her misery and determination to try to kill me. I rolled my
eyes at the thought. She needed to get over herself and stop denying the truth.
You’d think she would have learned by now she wouldn’t win against me. Ever.
Thinking about all the times she’d fought me before had me itching to have a go
at her again. It’d been so long since I’d last had her squirming and moaning
beneath me. Just the thought had me reaching to adjust the hardening length in my
pants. I didn’t trust myself with her, though. Not in her fragile state. If I had my
way with her now, I’d set her back weeks of recovery, and I couldn’t afford to wait
any longer than I already had to. I already wanted her too much as it was, and it
only got harder every day. Literally.
The sounds of banging and yelling from the hallway cut my thoughts short. The
sounds were faint, but I could hear someone calling out Jaden’s name in anger.
Fuck, what had she done now …
I left my office and followed the source of the chaos to the parlor, finding Hank
banging on the door, and Benito screaming Jaden’s name, along with some very
unsettling threats that made me see red.
I stormed over to Hank and Benito, who upon observing me, immediately ceased
their failed forced entry.
“What the fuck happened now?” I growled. I could hear loud rap music coming
from the other side of the doors.
“The stupid bitch locked herself in the parlor!” shouted Benito.
Without thinking, my fist instantly collided with his jaw, knocking him right to
the floor. Wrapping my hand around his throat, I swiftly hauled him up to standing
and slammed his head into the hanging glass picture behind him, hoping the glass
would dig into his skull.
“And how the fuck did my stupid bitch manage to do that?” I asked, my voice
laced with venom as I stared him down.
“She … snuck out,” he tried to say when I came to realize I was squeezing too
hard.
“Obviously,” I said, dropping his useless weight to the floor. Marching my way
toward the locked door, I lifted my knee and kicked the handles of the double doors
in, splintering the wood and knocking one of the doors completely off its hinges.
I stormed inside, my eyes immediately scanning for Jaden and any possible
threats, even though I knew there were none. Ludacris boomed through the stereo
system overhead, drowning out the chance of hearing any other sounds in the
room, but that was okay. My hearing wasn’t totally necessary for the interesting
sight before me.
“Move, bitch! Get out the way! Get out the way, bitch! Get out the way!” came
Jaden’s voice as she rapped along with the lyrics, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s in her
hand as she stood on top of the pool table in the corner of the room. Her back was
to me as she danced to the song in her silky white pajamas, rotating those hips of
hers and stretching her arms above her head. She was clearly too drunk to even
notice the doors had been kicked in or too drunk to care.
The song then remixed to “Get Back,” and Jaden nearly lost her shit as her feet
instantly switched to a fighting stance and her fists came out to fall in line with the
rhythm of the bass. She rapped the lyrics like it was another language, and if I
hadn't been so pissed, I might have actually laughed at how cute and entertaining I
found it.
It was then that she finally turned around and noticed me standing right behind
her, my arms folded across my chest as my glare finally caught her face. Yet she
didn’t react. No thanks to the alcohol. Instead, she pointed at me, a big goofy smile
on her face as she rapped, “I ain’t playing around. Make one false move, I’ll take ya
down. Get back, motherfucker! You don’t know me like that! Get back,
motherfucker! You don’t know me like that!”
Had this not been so dangerous, I probably would have pulled up a chair and
watched the show, maybe even tossed a few hundreds in the air, but the fact was
Jaden was still recovering, was on medication, and was at risk of falling and further
injuring herself. I had to call the curtain.
I quickly marched over to the pool table, swept my arm under Jaden’s knees, and
caught her upper body gently, easily removing her from the table and setting her
down on her feet before me. It might have been the first time I
