Greyson I flip my vibrating phone open as soon as Iâm out of the building. âYou might be wondering why youâre tied to a bathroom stall with this particular number on your cell phone screen,â I murmur into the receiver. âWell, you were about to do something that was going to cost you your dick. You were about to touch something you have no right touching, get it? You have a debt to pay. You have three days. Ticktock ticktock.â I hang up and smash the phone to the ground. Then I grab my other phone and dial Derek.
âCome get me.â I shoot off the address, then walk a couple of blocks and dispose of the phone before glancing up at the building I just left her in.
When Derek pulls over in a dark SUV, I jump in and open the glove compartment. I pull out my ticket, fake ID included. âDrive this to the warehouse. Stay put. Number twenty-four will be making a payment soon. Howâs your wife?â
âGood. You get some work done?â
âWhen donât I,â I say.
Melanie. Iâd seen her before. Been watching her from afar. Sheâs the sort of girl you want to fuck, but I never knew how badly until I saw she was going to pick up one of my clients at that bar. By god, I knocked that man unconscious without even getting the payment. I just wanted him down because he sure as fuck wasnât leaving with her. Nobody will.
I stroke my phone with my gloved hand and resist the urge to text her something. Anything. Iâve seen this woman go through men like I use phones. Iâve seen her leaving hotel rooms looking like a hot, blazing mess. Iâve seen her coming out looking perfect. Iâve seen her laugh, cry, Iâve seen her face in the women Iâve fucked, and Iâve even seen her in my dreams and when I wake up. What this woman wants is something I canât give. But Iâm pulled, twisted, knotted, used, and useless when I look at her.
I like watching her twirl and toss her hair, flirt around, cross her legs, curl her lips, look at her nails.
I like the way she hunts for her next man; I liked watching because somewhere, deep down, I knew Iâd have enough, and her hunt would be over the day I decided to let her know I intended to be that man.
FUCK HER PRINCE CHARMING.
Sheâs getting me.
Iâm halfway done. Twenty-four more names, and then Zero can be nothing. I shouldnât have touched her, but I did. I should stop touching her, but I wonât. My guys, my boys, can never know thereâs a little Achilles heel somewhere in my body and it has her name on it.
The only reason the guys can believe Iâm close to her is because her name just happens to be on my list.