Learning to Trust: Limits Read Online Free

it was the light at the end of a tunnel. Would Roland be sitting there waiting for me? At the very least, I needed to get out of here before Marcus got any more ideas.
    The light totally enveloped me as I stepped outside. To my right was that same guard.
    "Everything set ?" he asked.
    "Of course. Everything is set. Thank you for your courtesy," I said. I didn't really know what I was saying, but it felt right anyhow.
    "Have a nice day," he said
    "What's this place called, anyway?" I asked.
    "The Provence ."
    "The Provence ." I said it to myself. "Does he own it or something?"
    The guard grunted. " He owns most of the city."
    "Okay. Thanks."
    I turned around and walked back toward the area where Roland had dropped me off. There was no limo. For a moment, my mind flashed through a dark possibility—what if Roland had intended to let this guy keep me? What if I really was the offering and he had no intent of me ever returning to the mansion? Sure, Roland ha d a dungeon. Marcus was the type that had a real torture chamber and a place to get rid of bodies. Oh, shut up, Marisa. One way or another, I survived the encounter with Marcus Von Williams, certainly no small feat.
    When I got to the end of the block—walking down this very rich section of town was entertaining at the very least—I spotted the limo sprawling down the intersecting street, a huge black smudge that was longer than any other vehicle there. "Ah!" I said aloud . I hadn't been left to die on the I sl e of Marcus! The rescue team had arrived.
    I walked toward the back and the door swung open. Roland's voice spilled out onto the sidewalk. "Pet! You're here! Congratulations!"
    I shrugged. "It was nothing."
    "Do get inside. A celebration is in order!"
    I climbed inside and sat down next to Roland. He pulled the door shut and signaled to the driver. "That guy is a pervert," I said.
    Roland's laugh was loud enough to hurt my ears. "Oh god, that guy," he said. " We've just never gotten along. He's not very cooperative." He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and kissed my cheek. He seemed to be unusually happy about this transaction. "But that won't be a problem any longer. You did good."
    "Thanks," I said.
    "Champagne is in order!"
    "It's the middle of the day, Roland!" I whined.
    "I'm going to be very unhappy if you waste it." He successfully opened the bottle and poured me a glass. I took it from him, trying my hardest not to spill it as the limo made a sharp turn.
    I took a bigger gulp than I had intended and belched, playfully covering my mouth as it happened. "Sorry."
    "You're crasser than Marcus!" Roland said.
    "Shut up! That guy was such an asshole, Roland. He made me kiss one of his broads and then forced me to sit on his lap." I expected Roland to laugh, but he didn't.
    "He's such a pig. No manners at all. I told you that you'd have to be brave." He seemed to be seriously considering something based on his frozen expression.
    "And then he tried to slide his fingers up my leg and I told him off."
    I saw disgust on Roland's face, disgust that quickly transformed into approval. "You did well. He won't be a problem anymore. I promise."
    "What a creep!" I let out a groan and decided I should probably just drop it. The endeavor was over. I could relax now. Well, except that now I was hoping he'd give me the information I needed to actually bring him down. Yeah, I gave ten-million dollars to some guy that owned half the city. But it was vague. That was all I had—and it still wasn't enough.
    I noticed that the trip back was taking longer than usual. "Are we going somewhere?" I asked.
    "A special place. Just for the day." He smiled. "The lake."
    We had never been to the lake before, but at face value , it sounded pretty nice. "Why haven't you taken me here before?"
    "Just never got around to it. You'll love it. Secluded and free from all of the distractions of society." Actually, t hat did sound kind of nice.
    The trip took about a half hour—since I wasn't from the