HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION (An Erotic Billionaire Romance) novel Chapter 72

Meadow’s POV:

Alaric was keeping me locked up in his house like a goddamn prisoner.

It had been days–neatly a week–since he’d left for Vegas, and he hadn’t contacted me once, or at least offered some kind of explanation for his behavior the other night.

He was pretending like I didn’t exist, yet he made sure I never left the house.

The first day I saw the hefty men in suits, I wondered why on earth they were just hanging around and not talking to anyone–except Mel when she forced them to eat the food she made.

But realization hit me the very next day when they came back. They were here for me. He didn’t want me to leave the house to the facility where my sister was still being held. I’d escaped twice before, and he didn’t want it to repeat itself.

And it fucking enraged me. He couldn’t send a simple text but got me some… bodyguards? If I could even call them that. They were more of prison guards than anything else.

The whole idea that he didn’t want me to see my sister was ridiculous. I didn’t want to see her either, especially after the last time I went to see her. But this was also him trying to prove a point. Making me seem as ‘weak–minded‘ as he said I was.

But right now, something else was about to enrage me entirely.

“What do you mean I can’t leave?” I snapped at one of the bodyguards.

“We have orders not to let you leave, Ma’am.”

Heat crawled up my neck. These men had to be older than me, and them calling me ‘ma’am’ made me uncomfortable.

I was only twenty–three, damn it!

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. “Well, I’m not leaving to see my sister,” I replied. “My best friend is sick. I need to go take care of her.”

Nova wanted to come spend some time with me today, but she caught the flu. And now all I wanted to do was go to her apartment with some soup I made.

And they wouldn’t let me?

“You’re not supposed to leave the house,” the other bodyguard said coolly. “We have no idea who or what you’re not supposed to be seeing. Your husband’s instructions are not to let you leave the compound.”

I ran a hand through my hair, feeling the frustration rise up my chest like some prickly pins.

This was despicable!

How on earth did he have the right to control me when he wasn’t even here? After the way he’d spoken to me that night?

“Call him then,” I muttered. “Call him and tell him I need to leave.”

They both looked at me like I was crazy. They exchanged odd glances with each other before the first one spoke again. “He’s your husband, isn’t he?”

Embarrassment clawed at my throat.

The other one shot him a wide–eyed glare. And then he managed a polite smile at me that ended up turning into a grimace. “I’m afraid we don’t have the… luxury of his phone number. He didn’t speak to us directly.”

I nearly face–palmed. Of course, he didn’t. Trip was his bodyguard. He probably had him do this.

I swallowed, shifting from one foot to the other. I couldn’t call Alaric.

First, I didn’t even have his contact. And things were going to get awkward if I told these strangers that I didn’t have my husband’s phone number.

I was saved from the awkward moment when I heard the sound of an engine rev. It wasn’t long until the car came to a stop in front of the house.

Trip usually came to check in everyday, so this had to be him.

“Trip,” I started as I descended the stairs. “Trip, can you tell these men to…” I trailed off when the driver of the blue sports car got out of it.

It wasn’t Trip. It couldn’t have been him, even. Trip drove an SUV.

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