Saturday, October 7th, 11:27 p.m.
Back in her apartment, Honey pulled out her phone to check it, seeing eight missed calls, four voice messages, and three text messages, all from Riley.
Riley: Where are you? Thought you'd be home by now.
Riley: Why are you not answering your phone?
Riley: It's 11 PM where are you?
That told her he had also called the house number. The light flashing on the bedside extension confirmed it.
She ignored the voice messages, tossing her phone onto the bed. Then she stood before the mirror, examining herself with new eyes… not critical, as she had been, since Riley had worn down her self-esteem.
Her body was beautiful. Desirable. Worthy of the attention Sir had promised.
A notification sound drew her attention back to her phone. A text from Riley: I'm com
