Caitlin
I didn’t know how late I slept until I come out of the shower and find out it’s already 1:40 p.m.
I sort of dash for the computer to check on the money balance. Am I even close to making the amount required by the deadline? What happens if I don’t make it? Surely he’ll cut me a break? He was just balls deep between my legs.
But I really don’t know this guy. He’s dangerous, for sure.
“Where are we?” He stands over me.
“One hundred thirty-eight.”
“Getting there.”
I look up at him. “Do I get a few hours leeway? You know, if it’s all not there by the deadline?”
“Yeah, doll. We’re good. I can see you’re putting in a good faith effort here.”
Good faith effort. The effort that’s going to get me sent to prison for ten to twenty years.
Damn.
I go into his workout gym and get on t
