Read Online The Preacher's Daughter by Fiona Wilde - Free Book Online
Authors: Fiona Wilde
Ads: Link
same, baby. So how's my Fallen Angel?"
She couldn't answer. Instead she just held the bedpost for support. The one person who could ruin everything for her, the one person who she thought was out of her life for good, had resurfaced.
Chapter Five
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just so happy you can't speak?" The voice on the other end of the line laughed silkily. "Wouldn't be the first time I left you speechless."
"What do you want, Jasper?" Naomi kept her voice low as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Her stomach suddenly felt sour and she realized her hands were shaking. She wished she had a cigarette.
"Want? Nothing but to know you're OK."
It was a lie. Jasper always wanted something.
"I'm fine." The less said the better.
"Where are you?"
She looked around the bedroom, the familiar wallpaper, the little heart-shaped stickers she'd put in a row across her dresser mirror when she was three. She'd told Jasper she could make it without him, that she had other opportunities waiting.
Naomi wasn't about to tell him she was back home with her parents.
"I'm in the northwest and that's all I'm going to tell you," she said. "I'm happy and I'm working and I'm over you."
The laugh came again, low and delighted.
"Angels are bad liars, even fallen ones. I had you followed. Those guys who work the ticket counters are easy to get information from. All my man had to do was pretend that you'd forgotten your laptop and ask where you'd gone."
He paused. "So how are the folks? Probably took you back in with a heavy sigh. Let me guess, Angel. You're sitting in your old room right now talking to me, aren't you."
She stood up, and angry flush reddening her face.
"Now you listen to me, Jasper," she said. "My life now is none of your business, so if you think you can call here and fuck with me you're wrong...."
"No, you're the one who's wrong, baby," Jasper said. "You are my business. I was the one who got you the job at Pinnacle, remember? I've spotted and groomed some hot girls in my time but you were the best, and the owner of the club was not happy when you jumped ship. He'd like you to come back and is willing to pay to have you back working that pole."
"I'm sure he would," she said hotly. "He'd pay you ."
"Now, now, don't be hasty. He's more than willing to give you a raise."
"A raise!" Naomi scoffed. "He'd just do like he always does, and take most of it back for costume fees, if you can call what he made us wear costumes. Randy will always pay slave wages, Jasper. So you can tell him to stuff his raise -and is offer - up his fat ass."
"Angel.."
"Don't call me that!" She raised her voice without meaning to and turned away from the door, lowering it again. "And don't call me again. I'm through with you. I'm through with Randy. I'm through with dancing."
"Back to being a preacher's daughter, huh?" he asked. "You can try but you know what they say, sweetie. 'You can never go home again.' Unless maybe you didn't tell them just what a little whore you were on stage..."
"Shut up.."
"Every cock in the room saluted you the minute you walked in." He went on, ignoring her. "The real sin in this world is hiding something like you behind walls. Or clothes. Tell me, Angel? Do your folks even know what you did?"
She didn't answer.
"Thought not. And now you're pretending everything can be like it was. Let me guess. They even set you up with some white bread Bible salesman boyfriend with a flag pin on his lapel and a Republican Party card in his pocket."
Naomi felt herself began to panic. While the description didn't entirely fit Eric, the idea that Jasper suspected that she had a decent Christian boyfriend made her uneasy.
"Relax," she told herself. "He's just fishing. He's just trying to get a rise out of you." But no amount of self-reassurance could calm her down.
"We're finished," she said. "What I'm doing now is none of your business, got it? So don't ever contact me again, you got that?"
She hit
She couldn't answer. Instead she just held the bedpost for support. The one person who could ruin everything for her, the one person who she thought was out of her life for good, had resurfaced.
Chapter Five
"What's wrong? Cat got your tongue? Or are you just so happy you can't speak?" The voice on the other end of the line laughed silkily. "Wouldn't be the first time I left you speechless."
"What do you want, Jasper?" Naomi kept her voice low as she sat down on the edge of her bed. Her stomach suddenly felt sour and she realized her hands were shaking. She wished she had a cigarette.
"Want? Nothing but to know you're OK."
It was a lie. Jasper always wanted something.
"I'm fine." The less said the better.
"Where are you?"
She looked around the bedroom, the familiar wallpaper, the little heart-shaped stickers she'd put in a row across her dresser mirror when she was three. She'd told Jasper she could make it without him, that she had other opportunities waiting.
Naomi wasn't about to tell him she was back home with her parents.
"I'm in the northwest and that's all I'm going to tell you," she said. "I'm happy and I'm working and I'm over you."
The laugh came again, low and delighted.
"Angels are bad liars, even fallen ones. I had you followed. Those guys who work the ticket counters are easy to get information from. All my man had to do was pretend that you'd forgotten your laptop and ask where you'd gone."
He paused. "So how are the folks? Probably took you back in with a heavy sigh. Let me guess, Angel. You're sitting in your old room right now talking to me, aren't you."
She stood up, and angry flush reddening her face.
"Now you listen to me, Jasper," she said. "My life now is none of your business, so if you think you can call here and fuck with me you're wrong...."
"No, you're the one who's wrong, baby," Jasper said. "You are my business. I was the one who got you the job at Pinnacle, remember? I've spotted and groomed some hot girls in my time but you were the best, and the owner of the club was not happy when you jumped ship. He'd like you to come back and is willing to pay to have you back working that pole."
"I'm sure he would," she said hotly. "He'd pay you ."
"Now, now, don't be hasty. He's more than willing to give you a raise."
"A raise!" Naomi scoffed. "He'd just do like he always does, and take most of it back for costume fees, if you can call what he made us wear costumes. Randy will always pay slave wages, Jasper. So you can tell him to stuff his raise -and is offer - up his fat ass."
"Angel.."
"Don't call me that!" She raised her voice without meaning to and turned away from the door, lowering it again. "And don't call me again. I'm through with you. I'm through with Randy. I'm through with dancing."
"Back to being a preacher's daughter, huh?" he asked. "You can try but you know what they say, sweetie. 'You can never go home again.' Unless maybe you didn't tell them just what a little whore you were on stage..."
"Shut up.."
"Every cock in the room saluted you the minute you walked in." He went on, ignoring her. "The real sin in this world is hiding something like you behind walls. Or clothes. Tell me, Angel? Do your folks even know what you did?"
She didn't answer.
"Thought not. And now you're pretending everything can be like it was. Let me guess. They even set you up with some white bread Bible salesman boyfriend with a flag pin on his lapel and a Republican Party card in his pocket."
Naomi felt herself began to panic. While the description didn't entirely fit Eric, the idea that Jasper suspected that she had a decent Christian boyfriend made her uneasy.
"Relax," she told herself. "He's just fishing. He's just trying to get a rise out of you." But no amount of self-reassurance could calm her down.
"We're finished," she said. "What I'm doing now is none of your business, got it? So don't ever contact me again, you got that?"
She hit
Similar Books
