His (Hers #5) by Dawn Robertson Read Free Book Online Page A

to me. I own it. Understand?” I say as I push myself into Seven as far as her body will allow.
    “You may own my cunt tonight. But I’ll always own you,” she says as she pushes me off and waddles for the bathroom. “Don’t let the power go to your head.” Seven sasses me back, and closes the door. I collapse onto the bed and laugh. She’ll never give up total control.

Seven
    Present
    I don’t want to let Levi know what I’m planning, but he has been so far up my ass I’ve had no time to call in my backup. Only being able to talk to Star for a half hour and vent my frustrations has helped me to finally feel slightly better. I know I am going to need another visit with Brooke this week. I hate that I have become so fucking dependent on her, but I guess it is nothing compared to the alternative.
    “So what are you going to do?” Star asks.
    “I’m not giving that fucker shit. Let him come at me. I’m not scared.” I say with my usual bravado in life. Not worrying about anyone else but myself. Well, until Star reminds me that I am not in life by myself anymore.
    “What about Levi and Marley? Seven you aren’t alone in this world anymore. You have others you have to consider. Just remember that. I gotta run. Rainbow’s hungry.” Before we disconnect I can hear the newborn cries echoing through the other line.
    “Hey, Star? What was the name of that Olivia Pope fixer lady your company used a couple years ago when your company had that STD outbreak?”
    “Stella, Stella Finnegan.” Star replies.
    “That FBI Beauty bitch?” I laugh into the phone, thinking she is playing some kind of trick on me. That chick was all over the news a couple years ago. Do I really want to hire a media circus to handle my own potential media circus? Then again, I’m assuming she would know exactly how to handle it all.
    “Yes, same person, but Seven, she is really good.” The line goes dead and I start to wonder if I should look up this Stella Finnegan and try and fix this mess before it actually becomes a mess.
    “You figure out what you wanna do?” Levi’s voice scares the shit out of me. Creeping into the bedroom and sitting on the edge of the bed. I should have known he would be eavesdropping on me. Listening to my conversations until this shit storm was done and over with. I don’t blame him at all though.
    “We are going to wait to see what he does. I want to contact him, but I won’t provoke him, and that is a courtesy to you, Levi.” I want to call him and scream bring it on motherfucker into the other line. But what good would that do besides send Levi into cardiac arrest? He is the only reason I haven’t taunted Vince yet. And if I play my cards right, I would own his club by the end of this too. A nice little consolation prize.
    “Seven, I think we should contact the police and our lawyer.”
    “I don’t think we are there yet, Levi. If we start calling in all these people it’s only going to put the attention on us. And if he is just bluffing, I don’t want to be in that position.” I’m honest with him because I don’t think Vince is stupid enough to make this kind of a step towards us, especially knowing all the resources we have at our disposal. Maybe he was counting on Levi calling the shots in our relationship. But then again, he should know better.
    “Levi, if anything happens I’m going to get in contact with Stella Finnegan, that ‘fixer’ that Star brought in a while back when she had some problems with her company. If he makes a move, we will have the best in the business backing us up. But, I don’t think he is going to do anything.” I shrug my shoulders and try and shrug the whole thing off, trying to make him feel better about this all. It’s hard because I know he probably has himself all twisted up inside. Never showing me his lack of mental strength. He never does. He never shows the slightest bit of weakness, even though I know he has it.
    “Now why don’t you come rub