Page 12 (1/2)

I give ers around Catalina’s tender wrist

Sheto our conversation, because I don’t think she’s the type to take being called a whore lying down

“No,” I grit my teeth “Dante’s not to co to play that order off as a business decision We can’t haveI know about Dante, it’s that he’s not one to keep his throbbing desires sheathed If he sees someo

ne who looks like Catalina on our property, he’ll have no second-thoughts about trying to take her for himself Usually, I don’t ht in the past—but that’s only because I’ve been too busy to bring anything of my own home When I fuck, it’s usually at one of my condos or clubs in the city, and it’s always just once I don’t re-use the saround until they’re buried six-feet under

But Catalina will be safe froure out what to do with her Despite her obvious lies, it’s clear as day that there’s some kind of connection between her and the Cuadrados If it’s a strong enough link to take advantage of, then that’s what I’ll do, if not, then I’ll just do her

“Did you get that list of the gala attendees?” I ask Juan as I drag a nearly lifeless Catalina in through the front doors of my home I try to shake her back to earth while h his phone If a sih to break her spirit, then this isn’t going to be nearly as fun as I thought it ht be What a shame

“Just sent it to you,” Juan says, before his phone buzzes alive and he looks to me for permission to answer

I nod and he turns away to take the call

When he’s out of sight I tug on ued by her newfound bashfulness Maybe she was drunk and just out of her head before?

That line of thought is quickly extinguished, though, when Catalina’s seething nostrils lift and her dark hair parts, revealing a fu face full of fire and fury I quickly realize that she’s not stunned or shocked or even terrified She’s pissed

“I have nothing to do with that fucking creep Carlos Cuadrado!” she shrieks, ripping her aro, there’s nowhere to run “You draggeddeath-trap because of hi idiot!”

I can’t help but sor She’s much more enjoyable like this She’ll be fun to break

“You said you were his future wife,” I tease, barely trying to hold backa teh to be exciting

“And you believed ht!”

That draws a chuckle from me “Who says I believed you?” I shoot back “Maybe I just thought you’d make a fine addition to my collection of dirty whores”