Safe Word: Rosé

Chapter 16

Cara-

During the car ride, I leaned my head against the window after the conversation died down between us. I tried to not think much on Cindy's words, but a part of me felt ready to use the information I learned as a weapon against Jason. I wanted to go home, he wouldn't let me, but maybe I could make him.

If he wanted obedience and submission, then I would talk back more, and be as defiant as possible. I didn't belong in the mansion. Cindy and Vincent were trying their best to make me feel welcomed, but I wanted to be home, far away from the mansion, and all the indecent events that take place within the walls of that place.

In my home, I was safe and well away from Jason and all the weird explicit things he implicated in his lifestyle. I wanted to forget everything I saw over the past twenty-four hours. I wanted to be back in my own world, where I was in control, and chose what I wanted to be exposed to. I wanted to hide back in the comfort zone of my old lifestyle and forget the feelings of Jason's hands on my skin, and the scent of the spicy man cologne he wore last night. I wanted to forget all the strong gazes he sent my way the night before, and I wanted to forget that stupid jump in my heartbeat every time I caught him looking at me.

Jason was the reason why I was now in mourning. He added on to my dad's stress, but I'd be damned if I let him do the same thing to me. My life wasn't perfect before Jason, but it sure was much better, and cozy, and comfortable, and safe, and most importantly, I could choose what I wanted to drink, and what I wanted to wear. I wasn't "summoned" by anyone, but I had the freedom to go wherever I wanted to, when I wanted to.

I've only been stuck at the mansion for one day and I already wanted nothing more than to run as far away as possible. I wasn't willing to let Jason have even one inch on me. Living in his home, spending his money, eating his food... it was all too much. Nothing he could possibly do would ever remedy what I accused him of doing. He killed my father. And while I know that dragging me to his home and making me dependent on him was more of an insurance policy for his money rather than courtesy on my mourning behalf, I still didn't want to touch or even breathe near anything that belonged to him.

I sighed and shook my head even while it was on the glass window.

I needed to get out of here, and quick.

Jason-

I leaned back in my chair while watching Cara. I couldn't take my eyes off her because I felt like she was thinking a little too hard. She fell quiet after Cindy warned her to not push a Dom, and I couldn't help but be suspicious of Cara's intentions now that she fell quiet. I noticed she blinked and shook her head softly.

I rubbed my left knuckles with the pad of my right thumb, then my hand brushed over my mouth. I had to be prepared. I knew Cara had a testy nature, she was coming for me. I could feel it. Which is why I'm glad Cindy gave her the 101 on living with a Dom. Cara was at my mercy. This made me smile. If she tried to even cross the line once, I'd be ready to teach her a lesson.

Narrator-

While both scheming individuals sunk into their respective thoughts, Javier pulled up to the mansion and stopped directly in front of the stairs. Jason, noticing it on the security camera sent for Marcell, instructing him to have Cara sent to his office directly, with the intent to decipher what her mindset was after the car ride.

Javier stalled the entertainers and the indebted girl by bypassing their doors and popping the trunk. He removed all the items from the shopping spree, instructing the staff and valet who came to his aid where each bag was to go, whether they were to be delivered to Cara's bed, or her new office. Once the trunk was nearly empty, the driver then opened the passenger door, allowing Vincent to exit first, then Cindy, then Cara.