Hardy by Genevieve Jasper

Author:Genevieve Jasper [Jasper, Genevieve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-03-12T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Margot

Sleep has not alleviated my foul mood, and when I wake in the morning, I would still happily throttle Austin with my bare hands. Luckily for him, I don’t see him before I leave, and by the time I get back in the evening, my good day means I’m smiling.

“What?” Austin asks as I walk in, not noticing him sitting there. I look up, and he’s looking at me suspiciously.

“It’s called a good mood, Hardy. They’re probably not common in hell, and oh, look—it’s gone now you’re here.”

He’s already turned back to his phone by the time I’ve finished my sentence, and it lacks the satisfaction needed. Asshole. I make my way to my bedroom and am nearly home safe before his words come.

“Get ready for dinner.”

Dinner? Is he having a laugh?

“Where?” I ask, deciding right there and then if he says Zoki, he’ll just have to die. He doesn’t answer, though, so I spin to face him.

“Hardy.”

He looks up to glare at me but doesn’t answer. I love that I can always get a reaction just by using his name.

“Take someone else.”

“You’ve got fifteen minutes” is all he says as his phone takes his attention again. Anger overtakes me. How does this man produce fury inside me like no one else? It’s honestly a God-given talent he must possess. I stew about what to do.

He’s proven before that he’ll just come in and get me if I refuse. I have the key now, but I somehow don’t think that would cause much resistance to him. I fully expect him to knock the door down, so I’m not sure why I took it in the first place. Maybe because having to knock it down gives me more warning than if he slinks through the door, especially with how heavily I sleep. Or maybe I like being able to wander into his room just as easily as he can wander into mine.

So, what to do now? Pajamas backfired last time; he doesn’t care if he embarrasses me. Plus, he’s been seen with me like that before. I need to think differently—think like Austin. He’s possessive and controlling. He won’t be seen badly himself, but he doesn’t mind me looking like a scruff. No, but he doesn’t want others to be looking at me . . .

Happy with my deducing, I practically skip to his wardrobe and pick out my outfit. Someone replenished my clothes during the week, and I’m hoping I can find what I need, even if it will piss me off at the same time.

As I spot the dark lace, my grin grows. Bingo. I take my spoils back to my room and shimmy out of my own clothes, have a shower, and moisturize everywhere. Then I pull my hair up into a clip with loose tendrils around my shoulders and squeeze into the corset. It fits perfectly, but I don’t let the creepiness of that distract me.

I add the matching lace panties and pull my stockings up with a mixture of anger, nervous energy, and .

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