Hate F*@k: part three by Ainsley Booth Read Free Book Online

up. I wasn’t gone for long, and you were asleep when I got back.”
    “You keep doing that. You did it in Miami, too.”
    I exhale roughly. I don’t know what to say. “I’m sorry. You should have called. I wasn’t far away.”
    Wilson had called and told me he had something, and I’d asked him to come to me instead of me going in to the office. When he picked me up at Hailey’s, we circled the block while he told me that Clara Forrester bought a plane ticket last night. It’s not for two more weeks, and it’s return, but…it’s still concerning. We have a guard on her now. That will be hard to maintain in Europe, where Lively has a stronger network than he has here in the States, and that’s saying something.
    Even from a Florida jail cell, he can make people disappear.
    We spent more than an hour arguing over the best course of action.
    “Would you believe me if I told you I was with Wilson, convincing him not to kidnap someone?”
    With a groan, she crosses her arms. “Sadly, yes.“
    “It wasn’t a serious plan.”
    “I can’t even imagine.” She tips her head to the side, her lips pursed and her eyes soft and sad.  
    “I do a lot of things in the dark of night, beautiful. Most of the time, I’d rather you not know about it.”
    “You need to stop thinking I’m a heavy sleeper. Just leave me a note or something.”
    Jesus, I’m a bonehead sometimes. “Yeah.”
    “Is this about me?”
    I can’t lie to her, not even by omission. “It’s another woman that could testify against Lively. She’s running scared.”
    Hailey’s mouth curls into a sad frown. “I know something about that.”
    How much I wish that weren’t true.
    She takes a deep breath. “If there’s anything I can do…”
    I pull her in for a kiss, then press my forehead hard against hers. “I hope to God I never take you up on that. You be nice to Scott today, and if you ditch him, I’ll paddle you.”
    She licks her lips, and I reach around to smack her ass.
    “I take that back. If you ditch him, no paddlings for a year.”

    — —  

    My right leg won’t stop shaking.
    I grip my knee tightly and press down.  
    I don’t like leaving Washington, not even for the day, and depending on what happens today, it might be overnight or longer.
    It takes thirty seconds for my phone to light up with a text message response from Hailey. Thirty seconds for the tightness in my chest to ease.

    H: Nope, not having any fun at all. Scott hates knitting. Who doesn’t like a yarn store? Madness.

    I laugh under my breath.  

    C: Sorry I need to go to New York. I’ll be back tomorrow. Can’t wait to see your yarn.
    H: That’s just cause you want to tie me up in it, right?
    C: Damn straight.

    My cock thickens at the thought of strapping Hailey down. Not with yarn. But maybe velcro cuffs, and I’d loop her yarn through the loops—some of that rainbow-hued hippy stuff she has in the basket in her living room, bright bursts of red and yellow and pink stringing between her wrists and her headboard, holding her in place for me.
    I’d take my time. Get her warm before putting the cuffs on. Let her get used to the feel of them on her wrists as I lick her pussy. Then I’d weave the wool through the loops, all lazy-like, letting the soft ball of it roll around on her tummy as I tug lengths out for my filthy purposes.
    The driver’s door opens, breaking me out of my fantasy, and Tag gets in. He hands me a bottle of Dr. Pepper and sets his own drink in the cup holder in the console of his SUV. We’re at a truck stop halfway to New York.
    Clara Forrester changed her flight to the next day, and Jason got a heads up from a friend in Miami that the Feds were going to stop her from leaving the country.
    Excellent idea. Piss poor execution. I can’t think of a faster way to make her an uncooperative witness.
    “Has Jason talked to you yet about who we’re going to bill all these hours to?” Tag asks me as he merges onto the