Total pages in book: 124
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113717 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
That thought off set me so much that I took a glass of wine from a passing tray without giving it too much thought, then after that one was done I took another. Then I saw her, that woman from the museum, the one he said he didn’t know and she was making her way over to him.
I was madder than I’d ever been in my life, and even when I saw him brush her off and send her away the red haze didn’t clear from my eyes.
I noticed that I was getting a little loud, well loud for me anyway and then Josh was there and he was paying attention to me and smiling with me and soon some of the others came over and I had no idea where Callan, sir, was.
I looked around but did not see him and that annoyed me even more for some reason. Three glasses of wine later I felt hands on me and I was being dragged away.
“Hey I’m talking.” I looked up through blurry eyes to see a very pissed off Callan. Josh stepped forward and said something but I didn’t hear his words. Just Callan’s telling him to back the fuck off.
“If you’ll excuse us, we’re leaving.” He said that to the others as he took me away. My face was red with embarrassment but that was the least of my worries. I felt a sickening fear in the pit of my stomach at his cold anger.
Next thing I knew, I was being thrown into the backseat of the car and the almost drunken haze was gone. My mind was clear as a bell and I was scared. His face was set in stone.
I looked down at my lap when he finally turned his gaze to me, biting my lip in consternation. I felt tears prick my eyes; what had I done?
“Please tell me what I did wrong?” my voice was pleading and desperate as I fell to my knees in the back of the car.
“Get up, I told you to think didn’t I? Instead you’ve made matters worst.” That’s all he would say, nothing more.
When we got back to the house I was still none the wiser until I replayed the whole evening in my head. I was shaking by this point because he’d left me standing in the doorway and gone into the office and locked the door.
My mind raced as I tried to figure things out and the only thing I could think of was my underwear. But surely he couldn’t be mad about that. I wasn’t allowed to wear underwear unless I was given permission except when I had my period of course, but why would that make him so angry?
I’d only worn it because I was afraid the crotch of the pants would rub against me all evening. It wasn’t often that I got to wear pants when we went out, and going bare beneath a dress or a skirt was much easier.
I was about to go after him to ask his forgiveness for that, but then I remembered everything else I’d done that evening and it all came crashing down on me like a bucket of cold water.
I’d been flirting, yes flirting with Josh of all people. I’m not that green that I don’t realize that Callan has a problem with the way Josh acts around me. I’d done it for that very reason.
And the drinking, I wasn’t allowed alcohol unless he gave it to me and that was very rare. He came out of the office and headed for our room. I stood where I was afraid to move; afraid that if I did something might shatter.
When he came back out minutes later with just my suitcase in hand my knees gave out. “Please, don’t, sir.” I started to cry because he wouldn’t even look at me. I was down on my knees begging him not to send me away. I knew what that lonesome suitcase meant. We weren’t due to leave for New York until the next day.
His next words confirmed my worst fears. “I’ve spoken to your parents they’re expecting you.”
“No master please don’t send me away I’ll be good, I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by it.” I started babbling any and everything that came to mind. There was a hole where my heart had been. The thought of being away from him scared me more than anything else ever had in my whole life.
Nothing I said or did would sway him, he was more than displeased with me. I think I’d hurt him with my behavior. Had I caught on about the underwear and made amends I’m sure we would’ve moved past that, but I’d confounded the situation by playing the tramp in a room full of his peers and that’s something a man like Callan would never take lightly.