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The green button pressed, I held my breath and waited for
Ramón
to answer. I sat down in the corner furthest from the stereo.
"Yes?" I heard.
"I think it might be happening!" I said excitedly.
"Where are you?" he asked. "What's that racket?"
"I'm at
the mansion
. It's a di
version," I said, half whispering
, half shouting
.
"You shouldn't be doing this!" I had expected him to scold me and here it was. Time to give him what he's looking for.
"Tomorrow he wants me to meet some guy and give him money. I don't know what to do."
There was silence for a moment. "Do you know where it is?" he asked.
"No idea. Roland is taking me there tomorrow."
Another pause.
"Just do it," he said. "This is probably part of the larger deal, but not the deal itself. Try to remember names and
just
keep calm.
If you can tip me off somehow, I can try to be nearby. Otherwise, we'll catch up
soon
.
"
The line clicked off.
I set the phone down on the floor and just sat there for a second, trying to figure out if Roland was going to bust into the room, literal guns blazing and shoot me to death. Nothing happened. One deep breath later, I was standing up and approaching the treadmill.
You're too paranoid, Marisa.
I ran like I was fleeing, escaping
from
prison or something. Determination surged in me as my feet pounded against that belt. The fact that Roland hadn't suddenly appeared had eased my mind and gave me a quickly fleeting sense of accomplishment—
because
I still had to do
whatever
tomorrow.
No, I
wasn't off the hook yet.
It had been such a short amount of time since I first met with
Ramón
, and I was
so ready to get this over
. Why couldn't crime just happen when I wanted it to? The question was silly, but still I thought about it.
After finishing my workout, I showered and headed downstairs.
We had a peaceful dinner, but it was difficult for me to relax with all of the uncertainty about tomorrow spiraling around in my brain.
"Is there a problem, pet?" he asked.
"Just nervous," I admitted. I wasn't going to keep that from him, and at the very least, it served as a distraction from my ulterior motives.
"You'll be just fine.
I promise. You're just doing me a favor."
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about," I said, nervous laughter flooding forth.
"Let's have a toast, all right? To calm my dear pet." He aggressively opened a bottle of champagne, the cork shooting toward the ceiling, the stream erupting like a fountain. It splashed his robe. "Oh dear." His laughs echoed in the large dining hall.
I couldn't help myself and laughed until my eyes were watering.
A spark of madness arose inside of me.
After the stream finally started to subside, he poured me a glass and spilled even more on the table. "Are we actually going to get to drink any of that?" I said snidely.
"This is just for spilling," he said. "I use only the finest."
I giggled and took a sip. "It's good!" Somehow, this was softening me up, mostly because I wasn't expecting it at all. Even though there were bigger forces at play, I figured it was okay to laugh and smile sometimes. I was trying to
be undercover as a human, not as an
alien
.
"To our future!" Roland said. He clinked his glass against mine even before I could put in the effort. Even more spilled.
"
Roland!" I complained.
Some of it had spilled on me
.
I grabbed my napkin and scrambled to soak it all up.
"This is a catastrophe."
"
I couldn't have said it better,
pet."
With a look of determination, h
e chugged his glass and then
grabbed the bottle to give it another shot. He succeeded. Not a drop spilled.
"See, I told you I could do it."
"That's one out of
three," I said. "Not the best odds. I could definitely do better."
He slid another
unopened
bottle of champagne over. "Go ahead then."
I worked slowly, but I got the cork out and gave him the cockiest smile I could muster. "Just for you, Roland."
My grins were met by his playful frown, his mouth looking as if it had literally been turned upside down. It was actually proving to be a fun, relaxing night for both of us.
But moments like these just reminded me of how far Roland could go, just how much he could change himself to adapt to any situation. Here we were drinking and having a good time while millions of dollars went from place to place in the background—and people vanished entirely. Honestly, the alcohol did wonders in helping me to forget about such
heavy thoughts
.
We sat around and drank like that until we'd both had far more than we should have. Wobbly and with the world spinning, I stumbled up the stairs to my room at the end of the night, totally unaware that this would prove to be the last real night of innocence, the last night of my vague suspicions that still couldn't be verified. As of right now, my hands were clean—and that wa
s about to change very suddenly and without adequate warning.
No, I couldn't think about it now. I was
drunk
.
Tomorrow, Marisa. Tomorrow...
TO BE CONTINUED...
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Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 2: Full Submission
Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 3: The Offer
Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 4: New Life
Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 5: Sweet Temptation
Learning to Trust (Interviewing the Billionaire) Part 6: Paradigm Shift
These Sinful Walls: A Church Saga – Book 1
These Sinf
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Rescue Romance: Roadside Assistance
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Kept and Bred (Fucked by the Wolves Part 1)
Taken and Forced (Fucked by the Wolves Part 2)
Used by the Pack (Fucked by the Wolves Part 3)
Taboo:
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General Erotica:
My College Experiments 2: Anal Evening
My College Experiments 3: BDSM Bliss
Watching the Cop Fuck My Girl (Cuckolding)
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