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by surprise. “I never said
you were. Is this because I didn't stop you from sucking my cock? I offered to
pleasure you back, but you turned me down.”
    She seemed to be somewhere else at the moment,
somewhere dark and unpleasant. “Please don't come around anymore.”
    “I don't—”
    “Virgil, please. I'll miss you, but it's better this way.”
    He stared her down hard until her eyes slid
away from his. She was hiding something in those telling eyes. A secret she
seemed willing to fight him tooth and nail to keep. “Go home, Kayla. Go back to
Kentucky where you belong.”
    Her misty eyes became empty, and her broken
voice took on a cold, lifeless note. “I can't ever go home. You should, though.
You're right. Beck is a dead end as far as your sister goes.”
    “Wait. Did you really mean what you said
about not wanting to see me again?”
    She sniffled, trying to act tough, though he
knew she was crying. “Yes.”
    “Give me a reason.”
    “Because every time I look at you I'm
reminded of back home and everything I left back there.” Her voice cracked, and
she sobbed. “And it hurts. You make me feel guilty for being here, even though
it's not my fault.”
    “What's not your fault?”
    Her eyes squeezed shut. “You have to go.
Please. I can't see you anymore.”
    “Kayla, I know you're hiding something from
me. Now why don't you just tell me what it is?”
    She made a sad, little squeak. “I need you to
leave so I can do what I have to do to get ahead without being reminded of
country values.” She put her hand to her face. “Oh God, that’s not me. This
really hurts. I’m so sorry.”
    Virgil leaned forward on the seat to take her
hand, but she flinched, eying him with disgust and genuine fear.
    “Don't touch me! I said stop, so stop. I
don't owe you anything!” She bawled the words out and took off.
    He watched her leave, wondering what the hell
was up with her.
    Kayla didn't want him around anymore. He'd
back off if it was what she really wanted, but he got the nagging feeling it
wasn't.

Chapter
Four: Breaking Free
     
    This slinky, black sleeveless dress was the
epitome of sex. The dark material hugged all of Kayla’s womanly curves, and the
black lace extended beyond the soft cups and became sheer around her
midsection, though the lower portion wasn't see-through.
    The hem fell high on her thighs, exposing her
leg tattoos. The black dragon she'd gotten for Master Hugh on her right thigh
and the little black bird on her left thigh. That one had been for Keith
Langley. He'd always called her little bird because of her gentility and her
restlessness to fly away.
    The plunging V-neckline of the black dress
showcased her generous bust to the hilt. She wore her silver necklace with the
small heart charm that had a diamond in the center. She'd rarely worn it since
living with Beck Hammond, worried he might figure out that it had been a gift
from a past lover.
    But today she must. She was busting out of
this hellhole, and her greatest possession, the necklace Master Hugh had given
her for her birthday one year, must be taken with her.
    While she'd once schemed of breaking free of
her daddy's control, dressing like a tart and having men drool over her, now
she craved the chivalrous way Travis Langley used to treat her, like she was a
living, breathing pot of gold. It was time to flee the self-interested perverts
and get back to Kentucky where the real men were—the ones who knew how to treat
a woman right.
    She would spend her last days on earth with
her best friends and true loves, but she couldn't ever be with them, not now.
Her eyes watered at the cold, bitter truth of reality, but she shoved the
crippling sorrow and pain of regret aside. She'd made her bed, and now she must
lie in it ... for however long or brief that might be.
    She tapped her bare foot against her
bodyguard, Slade’s boot. He’d eaten the brownies she’d baked with a sedative in
them. He was out cold. Now it was time to run.