Page 110 of The Heart You Kept

I glance at my watch, 10:30 p.m…. did she even fucking watch it?

Never have I met a more infuriating woman. My cock is near painful, throbbing with want. She knows I need her.

She’s forcing her hand, trying to make me toe the line.

Well, fuck that…because I’m not.

I keep pacing and run my hands through my hair as I think, should I just call her?

No.

“Is everything alright, sir?” Philippe asks as he appears. “Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine,” I snap. “Leave me be.”

“Yes, sir.” He nods and disappears.

I check my phone again.

No missed calls.

ALORA

“So….” I sip my coffee, should I tell her?

“So what?” Helene asks as she looks around, blissfully oblivious that I have a dirty little secret.

Well…it’s more of a big secret, nothing about Edward Prescott is in any way little.

“Can you keep a secret?”

She rolls her eyes. “What do you think?”

“So Edward left a present for me on our security tapes last night.”

“He did?” She frowns. “Like what?”

“He may have….” I smirk as I search for the right wording. “Touched himself.”

Her eyes widen. “He touched himself?”

I nod.

“Like how?”

“Like….” I smile again, this conversation is unbelievable even to me. “Like…really hard.”

Her mouth falls open. “He did not.”

“He sure did.” I giggle into my coffee. “The best thing I’ve seen onscreen in my entire life.”

“Oh my god,” she whispers. “I need to see this.”

“No,” I scoff. “You are not watching it.”

“Oh, come on,” she moans. “Let me watch it.”

“No way.”