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calm down. You’re not making any sense.” I plead.
“I will not calm down!” she shouts. “He’s probably into that slave fuckery and he will chain…you…up to a radiator and use you as a potty slave!”
Jaxson looks up at her, his eyes wide with confusion. “What the fucking hell are you talking about!”
I jump up and drag her away from Jaxson. “For hell Jules. Paranoid much? You need to chill out” I spout.
Nick looks at Jules. “What the fuck is a potty slave?”
Jules starts to explain. “It’s when you…well when you make…”
I grab her arm and pull her down onto the sofa. “Jules! No one wants to hear that shit.”
Nick raises his hand. “I want to know.”
Jaxson gives him The Brow.
Please not now. My heart is pounding in my ears. I’m going to get a migraine.
Jules starts to explain again. “You have a slave and you make…”
I put my hand over her mouth. “Jules just stop. You’re making my head hurt.”
She bites down hard on her trembling lip as tears drip down her cheeks. “You’re clueless Lex” she cries out. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You’ve never been to his estate.” She wipes tears from her cheeks. “What if he has a playroom and ties you up.”
I pull her into my arms. “Jules honey, I’m sure Jaxson doesn’t have a playroom and if he does I’m not going to be playing in it.”
Her lips quiver. “You say that now Lex, but…he could overpower you or brainwash you…or something.”
I lift a brow. “Jules, really?”
“I’ve read all kinds of stories, Lex. I know what I’m talking about.”
She continues to cry; I look up at Nick with pleading eyes.
He nods then walks over and pulls her up into his arms. I mouth a “Thank you.”
She lays her head on his Ken doll chest and wipes her tears and other stuff on his lapel.
“Julianne, I’ve been to the Ryan estate many times and I can assure you that Jaxson doesn’t have a playroom and I have never seen any slaves chained to radiators.”
“He might not be into the kinky fuckery, but now I don’t trust him. Why would he want her under house arrest?”
I look at Jaxson “Good question.”
He sighs. “The partners final vote was six to four to turn you over to the DA. Alexia, I told you I would never let that happen.
He runs his hands through his locks. Dear Lord not now. I cross my legs. God I need to get some.
“I had to come up with a solution that they would agree to and I could live with.” He takes a breath and continues. “Alexia, this whole thing is getting more complicated and fucked up.”
He shuffles to his desk, grabs a file then hands it to me. ”These e-mails were found on your hard drive.”
I open the file.
“As you can see they are threats and expletives similar to the one painted on your wall. Die Cunt. Die Bitch. You’re Dead, Bitch. There are about fifty of them. Flip to the back of the file.”
I flip to the back and pull out several photos of me.
“These were placed in your mail box?” There are sixty photos total, all with your face or body x’ed out and most with expletives written over them.
“When did you get these?”
“Dale found them the same day your loft was trashed. We think they were delivered when you were on vacation. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to do some research first. Unfortunately, I haven’t made any progress.”
I hand them over to Jules to look at.
Jules pulls several out of the file. “Oh my goodness, someone has been stalking you.”
June Cleaver has returned.
“These are pictures of you doing everyday things.” She thumbs through them. “Entering and exiting work, your loft, the gym, shopping at Whole Foods, coffee at Joe’s, running. What about this one Lex?”
She hands over a picture of me on a date. “That’s Garret White. We went out to lunch a couple of times.”
“When did you go out with him?” Jules asks with concern.
“Right before I left for
“I will not calm down!” she shouts. “He’s probably into that slave fuckery and he will chain…you…up to a radiator and use you as a potty slave!”
Jaxson looks up at her, his eyes wide with confusion. “What the fucking hell are you talking about!”
I jump up and drag her away from Jaxson. “For hell Jules. Paranoid much? You need to chill out” I spout.
Nick looks at Jules. “What the fuck is a potty slave?”
Jules starts to explain. “It’s when you…well when you make…”
I grab her arm and pull her down onto the sofa. “Jules! No one wants to hear that shit.”
Nick raises his hand. “I want to know.”
Jaxson gives him The Brow.
Please not now. My heart is pounding in my ears. I’m going to get a migraine.
Jules starts to explain again. “You have a slave and you make…”
I put my hand over her mouth. “Jules just stop. You’re making my head hurt.”
She bites down hard on her trembling lip as tears drip down her cheeks. “You’re clueless Lex” she cries out. “You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. You’ve never been to his estate.” She wipes tears from her cheeks. “What if he has a playroom and ties you up.”
I pull her into my arms. “Jules honey, I’m sure Jaxson doesn’t have a playroom and if he does I’m not going to be playing in it.”
Her lips quiver. “You say that now Lex, but…he could overpower you or brainwash you…or something.”
I lift a brow. “Jules, really?”
“I’ve read all kinds of stories, Lex. I know what I’m talking about.”
She continues to cry; I look up at Nick with pleading eyes.
He nods then walks over and pulls her up into his arms. I mouth a “Thank you.”
She lays her head on his Ken doll chest and wipes her tears and other stuff on his lapel.
“Julianne, I’ve been to the Ryan estate many times and I can assure you that Jaxson doesn’t have a playroom and I have never seen any slaves chained to radiators.”
“He might not be into the kinky fuckery, but now I don’t trust him. Why would he want her under house arrest?”
I look at Jaxson “Good question.”
He sighs. “The partners final vote was six to four to turn you over to the DA. Alexia, I told you I would never let that happen.
He runs his hands through his locks. Dear Lord not now. I cross my legs. God I need to get some.
“I had to come up with a solution that they would agree to and I could live with.” He takes a breath and continues. “Alexia, this whole thing is getting more complicated and fucked up.”
He shuffles to his desk, grabs a file then hands it to me. ”These e-mails were found on your hard drive.”
I open the file.
“As you can see they are threats and expletives similar to the one painted on your wall. Die Cunt. Die Bitch. You’re Dead, Bitch. There are about fifty of them. Flip to the back of the file.”
I flip to the back and pull out several photos of me.
“These were placed in your mail box?” There are sixty photos total, all with your face or body x’ed out and most with expletives written over them.
“When did you get these?”
“Dale found them the same day your loft was trashed. We think they were delivered when you were on vacation. I didn’t tell you because I wanted to do some research first. Unfortunately, I haven’t made any progress.”
I hand them over to Jules to look at.
Jules pulls several out of the file. “Oh my goodness, someone has been stalking you.”
June Cleaver has returned.
“These are pictures of you doing everyday things.” She thumbs through them. “Entering and exiting work, your loft, the gym, shopping at Whole Foods, coffee at Joe’s, running. What about this one Lex?”
She hands over a picture of me on a date. “That’s Garret White. We went out to lunch a couple of times.”
“When did you go out with him?” Jules asks with concern.
“Right before I left for
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