Chapter 9

Callum’s Pov

“So, what now?” Mark asked, his eyes fixed on my screen as we watched Wren have her interview.

I fought back the sour taste on my lips, angry at the fact that she looked exceptionally too good. I wasn't there to admire it; the man couldn’t even hide the fact that he was checking her out.

“You have the contract with you, don’t you?" I asked, drawing my eyes from the screen.

He hummed, pointing to the file he had dropped on the table. “Are you heading there now?” his voice dripped with curiosity as he watched my face.

“you will take lead.” he opened his mouth to argue, but i was faster than him. “she hasn’t seen you before, if i walk in through that door, she is going to bolt, and you know that.”

“So, I am what? Impersonating you?” I grinned, already giving him the answer he needed. He ran his hand over his face, letting out a frustrated sigh. “You know you are crazy, right?” he huffed.

I let out a throaty laugh, leaning back on the chair. “Yes, but that isn’t going to change anything. Is it?”

He stood on his feet, his eyes shooting glares at me, with anger in them. “I swear I am not paid enough for this shit," he grumbled, grabbing his briefcase as he stormed out of the office.

I turned my gaze back to the screen, the pen cracking in my hand as I watched them; he was touching her arm now, doing more than what I had told him to. I grabbed my phone, watching the way his face paled the second he saw my name on the screen.

“The meeting is over; the lawyer will be there in a second.” Touch her one more time, and I will have your head. Those were the words I wanted to say. But I knew better than to threaten him over the phone.

Mark would be proud of me if he heard me thinking through this. Fuck! I needed to get myself in check; she wasn’t here yet, and I was already having lucid thoughts.

“Mr Blackwood.” The door opened, Blake walking in with a smile on her face. “We have a meeting with the....”

“Cancel every meeting that I have for the day.”

Her eyes widened; I could see the questioning in her eyes, but she knew better than to ask me questions. “ Noted,” but she made no move to leave.

I cocked my brows. “Anything else?”

Her cheeks flushed. “No.." she cleared her throat. “Nothing else.”

***

It took a thousand paces and a drink to calm the nerves that ran through my body. I needed her, sprawled out on my bed, paying for more than she could give. I wanted to hear her scream, beg for me to have her in ways she couldn’t imagine.

“Ready for me?" A voice purred, reminding me of the person in the room.

I stared at the dancer, my eyes taking in the eager look in her eyes; she didn’t.... she looked eager, no tinge of innocence in her eyes. Nothing about her screamed Wren.

Her hand reached out, grabbing my knees as she slowly raised herself, a sly grin on her face when she was met with no resistance. “What do you want from me, sir?” she purred.

I gritted my teeth; her voice sounded like a bag of gravel tossed in the air. “Leave!” I spat out the words, unable to hide my irritation.

She blinked, shock evident in her face. “W-what?”

My hand reached out, grabbing her wrist, holding her tight to keep her from moving. “Grab your things and fucking leave! Don’t make me say it the second time.”

She rushed to her feet, her fear shining in her eyes as she stared at me with shock in them. I knew what she was thinking. But I wasn’t interested in anything that she had to say. The door slammed shut behind her, signalling that I was finally alone.

I let out a huff. Today was a freaking mess. The sound of my phone ringing snapped me back to reality. “Just finished meeting with your girl.” Mark's text read.

My girl. I liked the sound of that. “How did it go?” I typed back eagerly. Shaking my head, I quickly dialled his number. If we were going to have this conversation, I needed to hear every word.

“Tell me everything,” I hissed into the call.

He let out a low chuckle, “Well, hello to you too." i didn’t laugh, wasn’t really in the mood to share with his humor. “damn, tough crowd." He was really on a roll to piss me off.

“Mark,” I let out a low growl, warning him of his actions.

“Right,” he muttered, clearing his throat. “She has signed the papers, and I guess you finally have her tied to you.”

Silence stretched between us. My mind was running a thousand scenarios on what I was going to do now that I had her. I must give it to her; she was good, kept her word and didn’t reach out. I knew I was going to punish her for that.

“Callum?” Mark called out. “Did you hear anything that I said?”

“When is she resuming?”

“Monday.”

That was three freaking days away. “good, thank you for this mark.” i didn’t wait for his response, just clicked the phone off as i stared at the space on front of me. In three days, she would be here; I would own everything that belonged to her.

My mind wandered to Richard for a minute; all that I felt was anger. Angry at the man that had ruined my life. He was going to pay. They were all going to pay.

“The offer has been increased, half a million to anyone who can find Patricia and Richard, Anderson.”