11- It

**TRIGGER WARNING**

I hand the phone over to him after deleting Oliver's number and the bouncer has his brow arched in silent question. He's observing my face a lot harder this time like he's trying to remember.

I pay him no mind, instead, I'm worrying about the hole I've just dug myself in. Another favour. In the past, he wouldn't hesitate to do anything for me, we were still bound by the contract.

But now that I made it clear that I was done, I can only imagine what he'd request for.

'Don't ever mention leaving again!' I can hear him yell in my head, maybe he'll pin me down on the bed and stuff dick inside me to drill the information deep into my mind and my body.

"You look familiar," the bouncer says in a loud voice and proceeds to say, "But even a phone call won't get you past this-" he tenses up and places his hand over his ears, receiving instructions from the intercom.

His brows jerk as he stares at me and he replies his boss or whoever it is, "Yes, sir. She's with me... Okay,