Taken by the Beast by Cassandra Dee

Author:Cassandra Dee [Dee, Cassandra]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cassandra Dee Romance

The trip in the company car is quick, and within seconds, I’m tapping at her door. It wasn’t hard to get into this grimy apartment building because the front lock was broken, and there was no doorman. Around me, I can see that the hallways are littered with dust and cobwebs, not to mention trash. Clearly, this isn’t exactly a luxury building.

But I don’t care because I just want to see my girl. Suddenly, a thought strikes: maybe she’s not home? But then there’s a shuffling noise, and Bridget finally answers, looking worse for the wear. Her eyes are puffy and her hair looks like it hasn’t been brushed in a week, but she still looks beautiful to me.

“Todd?” she asks in a wary voice. “What are you doing here? How did you get my address? I think it’s better if you leave.”

Then, she tries to shut the door in my face but I block the movement with my hand. “What the hell is going on?” I growl.

She looks at my huge palm on the door.

“Please leave,” she says through gritted teeth. But I’m not going anywhere, and I use the opportunity to push right into her apartment. It’s minuscule and looks like a studio. There’s a big bed in one corner that hasn’t been made and a couch with empty fast-food boxes littered all around it. But I don’t care about the mess and spin around.

“Talk to me, Bridge. Why have you been ignoring me? Did something happen?”

She scoffs. “You wouldn’t care.”

I take a step back like I’ve been slapped. “What do you mean? Of course I care. I’ve been trying to reach you all week, woman, and you’re the one who’s been ignoring me. You’re the one who doesn’t care.”

I know my tone is petulant, but at this point, it doesn’t matter. I need answers and I need them now.

Bridget puts her hands on her hips, practically steaming from the ears.

“Well, for your information, I went to the spa a week ago and overheard some very interesting news. It seems you’ve released a new line of nail colors?”

I blink.

“Yeah, so? That happens all the time at Sugar Glaze. We’ve been in business fifteen years, honey. We release new colorways all the time.”

Bridget’s fuming now, her chin set in a determined line.

“Yeah, but let’s talk about those colors. Let’s talk about coffee pucker, vanilla swirl, and pussy pink. Oh yeah, and don’t forget, crimson tide. Or was it crimson blush?”

I stare at her, realization dawning.

“Oh shit.”

Bridget flies off the handle then.

“You named those fucking colors after my asshole and cunt! You disrespectful manwhore! How dare you! I thought those names were gorgeous until I realized that they’re celebrating my pussy and butt, not to mention my creamy come! That’s it, isn’t it! I remember all those times you’d lick me down there and then say it was like vanilla crème.”

I hold both hands up, flat sides out.

“Bridget, let’s talk about this. I don’t understand why you’re so upset.”

Her eyes widen.

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