“You honestly think you can make me forget him?”
He traced my nipples with his fingers and pushed his arousal into my leg. “No, but I can make sure he forgets you. By the time I’m done, you won’t be able to walk for a week. He’ll have no use for you then.”
At least he planned on bringing me back. Or was that his game, toy with his prey before going in for the grand finale? One thing I’d come to realize was that serial killers were extremely fucked up in the head. There was no rhyme or reason for the things they did.
The doors opened and Chazz stepped away, but put his arm around my waist. “If you despise me so much, why did you agree to come with me tonight?”
“From the way you acted before, I figured it was the only way to get you off my back. You’re a persistent bastard.”
Tilting his head back, he bellowed. “That I am. But if you’re a good fuck, I might not be able to leave you alone.”
“In that case, I might consider a different profession.”
All he did was laugh the whole way out to his car. “I have to say, you’re not like the others. I do believe you’re what I’ve been looking for.”
I’m sure I was. And what do you know, he drove an expensive, flashy sports car. Surprise, surprise. I opened the door and got in, making sure to keep my purse close. I really hoped Jason had enough time to get rid of Angelica. If not, I was going to be on my own. “Where do you live?” I asked.
He put the car in gear and sped us out of the parking lot. “About twenty minutes from here.” We drove away from the city and I couldn’t help but think about Jason and what he was doing. The thought of him being alone with another woman infuriated me. Now I knew what it felt like to be him when he had to watch me leave with different men.
“All right, we’re here,” he said, pulling us into a swanky neighborhood. After a few more turns, we had arrived. It was a three story mansion with a five car garage. Even if I had the money to afford a place like that, I wouldn’t buy it. Instead of parking in the garage, he pulled in front of the house and shut off the car. “You ready?”
“I guess I have to be.” I made sure to assess everything about my surroundings. There were other houses around, but there was a good three hundred feet between them. Chazz unlocked the door and pushed it open. I walked inside and my muscles tensed, knowing very well that when he shut the door I was going to be locked away from everyone else. The door slammed behind me and he sighed.
“Home sweet home. Do you like it? I had it built a year ago.”
“It’s nice.”
“Do you want me to show you around?”
Heart racing, I nodded and forced a smile. He started off in the living room and walked through the kitchen. As soon as he turned his back to me, I made sure I had easy access to my gun and the serum. Next, we walked back through the living room and to the stairs. “I’m surprised you don’t have a fancy wine cellar. Wine’s my favorite.”
He started up the stairs and stopped, smirking devilishly at me over his shoulder. “I have a basement, but I didn’t think you’d be interested in seeing that just yet.”
“Why is that?” I asked slowly.
Chuckling, he continued up the stairs. “Let’s just say it’s where I like to have fun. I might need to warm you up first before we go down there.”
He showed me the rest of the house, including his bedroom which was where we ended up. “Do you have anything to drink?” I asked. He walked over to the mini bar in the corner of his room and lifted a fancy glass bottle filled half-way with an amber liquid.
“Scotch?”