Gone Too Far (Police Officer/Delinquent Relationship) BOOK 1 (COMPLETED)

Chapter 41

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"And once the storm is over, you won't remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won't even be sure whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won't be the same person who walked in. That's what this storms all about." -- Haruki Murakami

The knob on the door turned and I shot up in the bed. I inhaled sharply as Mr. Pratt walked in with my cellphone in his hand.

I hope he's been enjoying all those fun games I have on there.

---The non-existent nude photos.

"You must have a really worried boyfriend," Mr. Pratt held up my phone. "He's a police officer?"

"I don't have a boyfriend." I slid to the edge of the bed.

"You sure? I read some of the messages you've sent each other and it seemed like you two have something going on."

I cleared my throat. Which ones did he read?

"He's desperate to reach you. He wants you to come home." Mr. Pratt snickered. "He keeps calling and texting."

"---Maybe he wouldn't be so worried if you just let me go." I said timidly. "He's a nice guy."

"How'd you get yourself a police officer boyfriend, Maisie Brooks?" He asked curiously, "Got him drunk one night and threatened to tell on him if he doesn't keep quiet? Are you luring him in with another pregnancy?"

Flinching, "He's my friend," I said gritting through my teeth. How dare he assume that I was doing something malicious with Levi. I would not hurt him. My throat tightened and my mouth went dry, "You have no idea what your fucken talking about."

"...Did I offend you in some way?" Mr. Pratt set my phone down on the night stand by the bed. "Last thing I want to do is hurt your pretty little feelings, baby."

I flinched, remembering our last encounter, as he sat down next to me. I tried to scoot so my back would meet the wall but Mr. Pratt's hand encapsulated my wrist before I could.

"We have history, Maisie. I'm a little jealous." Mr. Pratt sucked on my neck, and his other hand ran down my thigh. "I own you, baby."

"No. Stop!" I squirmed, clenching my thighs. I used my other hand to push him away.

He never budged.

"Did he fix you a couple of compliments, Maisie?" He bent his head, to nibble under my ear. "Has he seen your perfect pink mound?" He freed my wrist long enough for me to place both of my hands on his chest so I could give him a good shove.