#11: Hell No

~Colt~With that bit of advice pinging through my brain, I shake the colonel’s hand and head to the sports bar Jett has suggested. Since I’ve arrived a few minutes early, I grab a brew and wait.The place is dark and narrow and decorated with tacky light fixtures emblazoned with beer brands’ logos. A neon sign leads patrons to the bathrooms with a bright yellow 2 PEE. The place is filled with hipsters of all ages, but way more men than women. TVs line every wall, playing all kinds of programs, everything from high school football games to tabloid entertainment shows.I tune them all out and order a Stella. When the bartender slides it across the scarred countertop, I pay, then take a long pull and start thinking.Why would Emma suddenly decide to marry a man she claims to love but isn’t hot for? And why would she choose the safe option when I’m standing right in front of her? Yeah, I’m not perfect. And if I had a do-over, I wouldn’t charge into the salon like a fidiot and make the

#11: Hell No

~Colt~ With that bit of advice pinging through my brain, I shake the colonel’s hand and head to the sports bar Jett has suggested. Since I’ve arrived a few minutes early, I grab a brew and wait. The place is dark and narrow and decorated with tacky light fixtures emblazoned with beer brands’ logos. A neon sign leads patrons to the bathrooms with a bright yellow 2 PEE. The place is filled with hipsters of all ages, but way more men than women. TVs line every wall, playing all kinds of programs, everything from high school football games to tabloid entertainment shows. I tune them all out and order a Stella. When the bartender slides it across the scarred countertop, I pay, then take a long pull and start thinking. Why would Emma suddenly decide to marry a man she claims to love but isn’t hot for? And why would she choose the safe option when I’m standing right in front of her? Yeah, I’m not perfect. And if I had a do-over, I wouldn’t charge into the salon like a fidiot and make

#12: Is That It?

~Colt~I drive around Emma’s neighborhood a few times. Nothing suspicious, so a couple of blocks from her house, I park the SUV I’ve borrowed from Gideon to make sure I evade any possible tail of Salazar’s, then run for her house.Her white compact isn’t outside.It is one o’clock in the morning. Sawyer is in California sucking face with a TV star, so where the fuck can she be? Salazar can’t have zoned in on her already, right?That possibility makes me break out in a cold sweat.The cottage she shares with her dad is dark. Around the back of the house, I find a window unlocked and take a chance the preacher has never bothered retrofitting this old, small-town place with an alarm system. Sure enough, when I raise the pane, no shrieking peals to alert the whole street – or the cops – that I’m breaking in.I ease onto the hardwoods inside and close the window behind me. On silent footfalls, I creep through the house. Without a floor plan, I’m not sure which direction I’ll find Emm

#13: Don't Move

~Colt~I tuck myself in the shadows outside Sawyer’s door less than twenty minutes later, the visible puffs my breaths create in the chill the only sign I’m here at all.Just before I’ve trekked up to the apartment’s second floor, I’ve spotted a white compact in an assigned spot, double-checked the VIN matched Emma’s, and continued up.She’s at Sawyer’s tonight for a reason. Since her father isn’t home, she hasn’t run here simply to be alone. I have to wonder if she’s avoiding me.I’ve got news for you, pretty girl, and it’s all bad…Fuck giving her the opportunity not to answer the door. She is not wriggling out of my grasp tonight. I will do whatever necessary to extract the goddamn truth from her.From an earlier glance down the side of the building, I know every second-story apartment has a balcony. Sawyer has chosen his unit well; it is the most defensible of the bunch. No one can reach his second-story terrace without equipment.Good thing that, even though I’ve never bee

#14: Nothing To Say

~Colt~ “What are you doing?” “I want to see.” Confusion settles between her brows. “See what?” “Your body.” I shove the thin cotton up her thighs, over her hips, and drag it halfway above her belly, before the hem trapped under her refuses to stretch any more. “Don’t!” She shoves my hands away. “I’m not getting naked for you.” “I’m not looking for a cheap thrill.” “Then what–” “I’ll give you one chance to be honest with me.” I hold up a finger and press my relentless gaze down on her. “One, pretty girl. Are you pregnant?” Her eyes go wide. She pales. The panic I’ve heard in her voice earlier spreads across her face. “W-why would you think that?” I tamp down my frustration. I’ve scared her by walking away. I haven’t given her the reassurances she’s needed. Fine. I accept responsibility for that. But I’ll be damned if I leave here before she admits the truth. “I’m not playing twenty questions. Yes or no?” She sends me a defiant lift of her chin. “Why do you care?

All Chapters of His Undercover Submissive: Chapter 111 - Chapter 115

#11: Hell No

#11: Hell No

#12: Is That It?

#13: Don't Move

#14: Nothing To Say