𝐃𝐞𝐛𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 | 𝟏𝟖+

43. busted

POPPY ELLISON

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I felt liberated dancing at the club tonight. Everything went well from start to finish and not one creepy guy made an advance to touch me. I was on the ball for hours, not losing my energy for a single second.

Seeing Zane in the VIP area made me blush internally. After him seeing me naked, after him fucking me and leaving his cum deep inside me. I thought I'd be embarrassed but I wasn't. Instead he beckoned me over to meet some of his favourite clients.

It was nice to feel like I'm a part of the club. I work here and I'm not just another passerby. He truly thinks highly of me and that's something I'll always appreciate. Straight after my shift ends he puts me in a cab and pays which he didn't need to do.

The entire journey I have a smile slashed across my face. I check my phone because I sent texts to Gabriel earlier but when I tap my phone, there are no notifications. My smile falls and I click on the texting app.

Poppy: Wish you were here tonight

Poppy: Missing you

He's probably busy. I dismiss. It's fine, I saw him a few days ago.

I place my phone back into my bag and climb out of the cab when it arrives at my prison of a house. I thank the driver and walk up to the front door, trying really hard to not make any noise. The last thing I need is for Rexx to be woken. I could do without seeing him tonight.

As my key enters the door and I twist slowly, my jaw biting down when it creaks. I need Sanger to get some oil on that for the future. Once inside I kick off my shoes by the door and sneak inside on my tip toes.

All the lights are off in the house and I creep round the hall towards my bedroom.

"Going somewhere, Poppy?"

The sound of Rexx's voice makes my skin crawl. What on earth is he doing up? It's almost three o'clock in the morning. He's never waited up for me before and now my pulse is racing.

I twist towards him to find a silhouette standing by the kitchen counter. My eyes flick over his long body before he switches on the light. My eyes blink rapidly as it adjusts to his stupidly bright studio lights in the kitchen.

Rexx isn't wearing his usual intimidating smirk. Today he looks angry for real.

My throat tenses, blood running cold. Fuck. What have I done now?

"I'm going to bed," my voice shakes. "I've been at work all night."

He pushes off the counter, head shaking in the process. "I don't think so."

Then his foot kicks out the stool in front of him and my eyes dart towards it. Oh shit. This isn't good. My eyes widen and I feel a drop of sweat roll down the centre of my back. "Come take a seat, Poppy. We have matters to discuss."

I part my lips but suddenly I can't breathe. There will never be a time I speak to Rexx and not feel complete and true fear. My legs lock and I can't move.

Rexx's dark brows pinch together. "I said sit down, Poppy."

His thick voice booms across the kitchen and I flinch, shoulders raising. I take one quick step forward then take my time to get to the stool. My breathing is audible and I wish it wasn't. I don't want this asshole knowing how scared I am of him right now.

I perch my ass onto the stool and sheepishly look up at him. When our eyes meet I can see pure hatred and disgust behind them. Bile rises in my throat and I wish I never came home, I wish I spent the night with Gabriel instead.