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him, really taking him in,
in particular the lines of his face. I try to see Callum in his features,
wondering if I recognize any part of him. I don’t see a resemblance and I’m
surprised that I find comfort in that.
    I stare at Osborne as he begins to massage
the balls of my feet, repeating the same kneading motion with gentle pressure.
I don’t know why he insists on touching my feet, I hate it and I hate him.
    He stops massaging and runs a hand through
his hair. Hair that was once brown, but now the grey is threatening to taking
over. I wonder when I last looked at him. I hadn’t noticed the change in his
hair color until now.
    Callum has lovely brown hair, a lighter
shade than mine. It’s longer on top and he arranges it messily on top of his
head. I like that look.
    Osborne looks up at me, his eyes wrinkled
at the sides.
    “Have you been a good girl today?”
    His lips form a subtle smirk. I hardly ever
see him smile. The expression unsettles me.
    “Answer me, Emmy,” he commands.
    “I…I’m good.” Is all I can manage.
    He runs his fingers along his chin, the
overgrown stubble brushing against his fingertips.
    “We have a party on Friday night,” he tells
me.
    I squeeze my eyes closed. Another party. I
feel the tears pool in my eyes, but I blink them away.
    “Rosa will be here tomorrow to help you get
prepared.”
    I pinch the bridge of my nose, determined
not to let the tears fall.
    “Emmy,” he says. When I don’t look at him,
he says my name again. “Emmy.”
    I open my eyes hesitantly. “Nod if you
understand me.”
    I nod my head once and he smiles, but it
fades instantly.
    “Good. Now, why aren’t you dressed for me?”
    I waver slightly before opening a gap in my
robe.
    He draws in a deep breath in anticipation. It’s a disgusting sound that makes me want to gag. The air whistles
between his teeth and then a low groan escapes from the back of his throat.
    “There it is,” he says as the robe falls
from my shoulders and onto the comforter.
    His eyes assault me, focusing on my
cleavage and then my naked crotch.
    I’m wearing my Wednesday outfit, a red
negligee with matching crotchless panties. He loves this look , he tells me every time . He loves me in red.
    “Beautiful,” he slurs the word as his hand
reaches up my leg.
    I close my eyes and hold my breath as if
it’s an impulse. His hand trails up to my knee, his fingertips reaching the
inside of my thigh as I mentally prepare myself. It won’t last forever. It
won’t last forever. I repeat the mantra in my head. It usually gets me
through nights like these.
    Just when his finger reaches the apex of my
thighs, the doorbell sounds. It’s faint but we both hear it, causing Osborne to
snatch his hand away.
    My eyes snap open. He’s already standing at
the foot of the bed, looking toward the staircase.
    “Not a word,” he warns.
    He rushes upstairs and quietly closes the
basement door behind him.
    I hear his footsteps hurry toward the entry
foyer as I sneak to the top of the staircase, listening for voices. I jump in
surprise when the doorbell rings again. This isn’t normal. On Wednesday’s we
don’t have visitors.

Chapter
5

 
 
    Callum

 
    Thankfully Eric was cool with letting me
stay on his couch for a few days. He didn’t question why I wasn’t staying with
my father and I was thankful for that. I wasn’t sure I could make up some
bullshit lie that would be the least bit believable.
    After three beers, a power nap and a hot
shower I got back behind the wheel of my rental car and headed to my father’s.
I planned to arrive just before dinner when I was sure he’d be home. I was
going to act as casual as possible and suss out how he felt about my return.
That was the plan anyway, who knew how the night would unfold.
    I press the doorbell and wait. I can hear
my heart thumping loudly in my ears. I listen for his steps inside. Nothing.
    I ring the doorbell again and look around
the front garden. The night is still