Ripped (Killer Lips Book 2) by Molly Molloy

Author:Molly Molloy [Molloy, Molly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter TEN

I'm dressed and waiting. Of course I haven't changed out of my luscious negligee. Mark hasn't had the chance to enjoy me in it yet. And I want the full on appreciation that comes when he stares hungrily at my body. And everything that comes after.

When he comes I'll tell him everything about the police and the green velvet costume and finally get the answers to the anomalies swirling in my head. The locked door is indisputable - my missing passport.

He's told me enough times that he doesn't want me to go – that I am the one he finally thinks he'll let into his life. There's no need to imprison me in my room any longer. We're united.

I am absolutely on the edge to tell him that it was me that disposed of the green velvet. Will he be surprised and pleased with me for thwarting the officers? And then my other little display. I see us laughing about the loss of the ugly but valuable statue and him hugging me to him, relieved to have a partner he can trust at last.

And the torture chamber?

I'm sure he has an explanation for that. This building survives from medieval times when torturing your enemies was completely acceptable. It's gotta be a holdover from that era. But there are a couple of issues surrounding the torture chamber that need to be resolved as soon as he gets here.

If that cell is his billionaire's red room why hasn't he invited me to enter. Which leads us to the more pressing problem of the girl he did summon in. The one on the camera recording. He needs to explain her before we go one step further.

She isn't a deal breaker but of course we cannot allow that to continue. If he wants us to be joined against the rest of the world, it's got to be an exclusive deal.

The sun has set. I'm waiting on the chaise lounge arranged as he likes me with the transparent lace enticing all the right points and Mark still hasn't come for me. I've looked up and down the passage many times – now I'm checking for him every five minutes.

The door is unlocked which can only mean he never came back upstairs after getting rid of the polizia. I could go anywhere I please but I somehow know I should stay here in my room and not be discovered wandering the halls where he might be angry that I'm snooping again.

Where is he?

He's never left me alone all day, not since I arrived. Now I'm starting to worry that he's seriously displeased with me for screaming like that when the officers were at my door. Making them think I was a prisoner.

But shouldn't he be glad, impressed even, at how I covered my mistake so smoothly? You might almost call it elegant. Perhaps I am cut out for a life of crime after all.

It's now pitch black and every boat has departed the dark waterway outside the windows.

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