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    Within a minute, the cell buzzed in my hand, alerting me of a new message: You better have sent that to me by mistake. The anger in Stefan’s words rang loud through the screen as if I’d heard his deep voice instead of just reading a text. I knew he wouldn’t have liked my message, but I didn’t have any other viable option. I couldn’t tell him of my plans to meet Zeke or my deal to eradicate my brother’s debt. It involved his family for Christ’s sake.
    I didn’t respond to him, debating on what to pack instead. I knew I had to pack something; otherwise, my father would have questions. However, I wouldn’t need clothes where I planned to go. Scarface wouldn’t allow me to wear them. He never said it, but I knew better. Naked. All the time. Waiting. All the time. I wasn’t an idiot. Our deal was for sex, and he’d told me I was to be available to him anytime he wanted. Thinking upon those words left me with an image of being tied to his bed as he fucked me whenever he pleased. It made me quiver with repulsion, but I knew it’d only be for a week. I could handle that. And I loved kinky sex. As long as I could keep myself in the right mindset, imagining a fantasy world instead of reality, the time would go by quickly.
    Randomly throwing clothes into the bag, not giving a shit what I grabbed, my phone sounded again. I hesitated before reading Stefan’s new message, knowing it wouldn’t be pleasant. But I also knew I couldn’t ignore him. Jordana. I’m busy right now and don’t have time for your games. I expect a response.
    His escalating anger excited me in some way, reminding me of the things he did to me when I’d push him that far. Unfortunately, this was over text messaging and we weren’t alone in his bedroom. I wouldn’t see him for a week so stroking the flames of his fury wouldn’t be in my best interest, even though it seemed very appealing to do.
    Have to leave for a week. Protection. Won’t be able to communicate. Again…I took my chances with my response, tiptoeing the line between truth and lie. My hands shook while waiting for a reply, hoping he wouldn’t try to pull more information out of me. I didn’t know how much more I could give him without outright lying to him. Don’t get me wrong, I had no problem stretching the truth or spilling little white lies here or there when it suited me and my needs. But when it came to Stefan, the thought of lying to him caused my throat to close up and my heart to ache. I had no idea what it was about him, but he had a way of stripping me of my power. I only allowed it because I knew if I kept it going, I’d become capable of taking away his control. Not that I wanted to, of course. I simply wanted the ability to.
    My phone rang in my hand in less than two seconds, stopping my heart in my chest. He didn’t waste any time. Which further proved his aggravation and irritation.
    “Jordana,” he gritted out through the phone before I could even properly answer.
    “Stefan.”
    His sigh drifted through the phone and I felt it throughout my entire body before it swarmed my tight bundle of nerves between my legs. I swear, it was as though his breath landed on that spot. “Where are you going and why? And stop with the vague answers. You can’t just tell me you’re leaving for a week and expect me to be all right with that.”
    “I didn’t really think you’d care. It’s not like we hang out on a regular basis or anything. You’ve never shown any annoyance over not seeing me during the weeks I’m on my period, so I figured it wouldn’t be any different than that.”
    He remained silent for a moment, probably reeling from the truth in my words. “I see you when I can, and you know that. You know how this life is, and don’t act like we’re two regular people living in the real world. I can’t help that we have to keep us a secret. I’ve told you, I’m working on it. Please, Jordana, stop throwing that back in my face like I can