Chapter 18
Jamison
She’s fucking with me, I know it. I watch Kaz as she struts past the assistant's desks, casually looking in my direction with a glint in her eye. She’s wearing a pair of strappy heels and a short pin skirt with her signature ruffled blouse. I don’t give her the satisfaction of knowing she’s getting to me as I watch her while leaning against the doorway of my office. Internally, my brain is on overdrive. I keep imagining her in the sexy little piece of lingerie she tried on last week when she was shopping with the girls. Visions of her dancing with Corrine, Riley’s sister, at the club assault my memory and I scowl. She was trying to piss me off and she succeeded. I can’t wait to punish her again. I thought I was enamored by her before, but now that I’ve really had a taste, I don’t think I can let her go. The problem is that neither can Jonathan. We have shared every damn thing our entire lives yet this woman is destroying that piece by fucking piece. I watch as she enters Xavier’s office and my eyes narrow. She better not be letting Xavier fuck her too. A few minutes go by and she doesn’t exit. She wouldn’t dare, would she? So many secrets, my Kitten has. Could this be another? I stride towards the office casually but pick up my pace when I hear Xavier shouting at Kaz. I stop for a minute and listen to their conversation before entering.
“Why don’t you head back up to your office and I'll bring the proper documents by in a bit, Kaz?” I say to her curtly.
I grab her arm to stop her as she proceeds to glide past me. “Are you okay?”
“Don’t act like you care now," she says with a dirty look before pulling her arm away and walking out. She will pay for that comment later.
I walk into Xavier’s office fully and shut the door behind me. Might as well take the opportunity to inform him of some other issues I’ve come across. I lean against the door and pull out my pocket knife to clean out underneath my nails.
“We have a problem,” I state.
“No fucking shit,” is his response. “What’s the issue?”
“I finally got a ping on Sasha’s phone.”
He looks at me confused. “Why is that a problem? We have been looking for her this whole time, hoping to get some answers from her about Lockhart. Right? This means we can finally go find her and ask some much needed questions.”
My face shows zero emotion but inside I’m yet again a raging inferno. My next words come out so crisp and blunt. No doubt, I will have to approach my brother a little more delicately.
“Her phone's location is pinging at The Cellar.”
“Fuck," he says blowing out a breath.
“Fuck indeed,” I respond.
“Do Andre or your brother know yet?”
I slip my knife back into my pocket and turn to open the door to leave. “No, I called a meeting today at two. I just happened to be near your office and heard the commotion. I figured I would tell you while I was here. I have a few things to do beforehand but I'll see you later… Oh, and Xavier? Don’t ever yell at Kaz like that again.” I don’t give him a chance to respond before I leave and head back to my office, shutting myself in. I pull up a few feeds and spend the next hour reviewing the camera’s I have placed strategically throughout Kaz’s apartment, her office, her car and also the gym she’s been going to recently. She thinks I don’t know what she’s been up to but she’s sadly mistaken. I’ve been watching my Kitten like a hawk. I know everywhere she goes and everything she does. So many secrets, I wonder how she’s been able to keep up this act all these years. Her resume with the prestigious school she graduated from. Fake. The hometown she grew up in. Fake. The wealthy family she has that no one ever sees and that she never visits even though she takes time off from work claiming vacation. Fake. I know for a fact she takes her vacation and spends the entire time holed up in a hotel room by herself. She’s so afraid I’m going to spill one secret, she doesn’t realize I already know them all. I’ve known them all and I won’t tell a soul. Maybe at first I thought about it, I really did. I’ll continue to hold it over her head because the sick part of me that craves her, loves her on her knees. The other part of me, the part I locked away a long time ago is afraid. Afraid she will realize I’m not going to tell and decide to leave anyways. I don’t think my brother could handle it and I’m fairly certain I won’t do any better.