Uncovering You 4: Retribution by Scarlett Edwards Read Free Book Online Page A
Authors: Scarlett Edwards
crashing waves far below me reaches my ears. I walk through the damp grass and come up to the very edge of the cliff. I look down.
It’s a long fall. If I ever get desperate enough to jump…
I stop that line of thinking before it can spiral any further. It must be a testament to the utter uncertainty I feel right now. One moment, I’m content and at peace, and a second later, I’m contemplating suicide…?
No. Of course not. I’m not that far gone yet. It was just a stray thought. A stray, dangerous, stupid thought.
I go in search of the bench Stonehart showed me my first day outside. It’s located on a small hill that gives an even better view of the ocean.
I sit down and gaze at the sea. After a few long minutes, I turn back and look at the house.
There’s one light still on. I frown. By my estimation, it’s coming from Stonehart’s office. But didn’t he say he’d be gone for two days?
I guess the first day hasn’t technically begun yet. He must be leaving in the morning.
I yawn, and debate returning to bed. But for some reason, curiosity gets the better of me. I haven’t seen the inside of Stonehart’s office. I could—if I walked up to it and peered in through the window.
He only said that I’m not allowed to go inside. He didn’t mention anything about just looking.
Besides, right now, I feel like I need to talk to someone. For better or for worse, Stonehart is the only option.
My mind made up, I stand up and wander toward the source of light.
As I get closer, a voice at the back of my mind starts telling me this is a very bad idea. It warns me that if Stonehart learns that I’ve been sneaking around, he won’t be pleased at all.
I choose to ignore it. I’m not pushing my boundaries—not entirely. I am still abiding by his rules. Besides, shouldn’t he be pleased to know that I want to see him without being forced?
I come up to the window. The blinds are drawn. However, they don’t touch the windowsill. Feeling a little surge of rebellious excitement, I squat down and put my eyes against the glass to look inside.
The vision I see makes me wish I had never left my bed.
Stonehart is there. Oh yes, he’s undeniably in there. I can tell it’s him from the wide, naked muscles of his back, from the framed silhouette of his face, from the grunts that I hear through the window as he drives his hips in and out of a tiny, petite blond who’s splayed over his desk.
Her cries filter to my ears. “Oh yes!” she screams. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Bile rises in my throat. I know that voice. It belongs to the receptionist I met outside the private entrance to Stonehart’s boardroom. The one who looks like she’s barely of age.
“Harder, Mr. Stonehart!” she begs. “Yes, fuck me harder! Yes, yes, ooh!”
I twist away and nearly lose my balance as the sudden rise leaves me lightheaded. I flounder back, misplace my step, and fall with a thud against the window.
Immediately, the sounds inside stop.
Shit! I curse in my head. Shit, shit, shit!
“Mr. Stonehart?” The girl’s tremulous voice. “What was that?”
“Stay here,” he growls. I duck down and press myself flat against the siding as I hear the sudden swoosh of the blinds being pulled up.
Light spills out. My heart is thundering as loud as a galloping horse.
Stonehart’s shadow falls on the ground. I see the dark length of his erection, made longer by the falling light.
“Who’s there?” he says. “Lilly, is that you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that he doesn’t see me.
Please, please don’t let him see me.
After a minute, he grunts and turns away. I see the shadow retreat as he steps back.
“Did you see anything?” the girl asks.
“Probably an animal,” Stonehart answers.
“Oh,” the girl says, suddenly giggly. “Whew.” Then her voice becomes defensive. “Who’s Lilly ?”
It hits me that she only knows me as ‘Miss Ryder’.
“Never mind,” Stonehart growls. “Wait here. I have to check
It’s a long fall. If I ever get desperate enough to jump…
I stop that line of thinking before it can spiral any further. It must be a testament to the utter uncertainty I feel right now. One moment, I’m content and at peace, and a second later, I’m contemplating suicide…?
No. Of course not. I’m not that far gone yet. It was just a stray thought. A stray, dangerous, stupid thought.
I go in search of the bench Stonehart showed me my first day outside. It’s located on a small hill that gives an even better view of the ocean.
I sit down and gaze at the sea. After a few long minutes, I turn back and look at the house.
There’s one light still on. I frown. By my estimation, it’s coming from Stonehart’s office. But didn’t he say he’d be gone for two days?
I guess the first day hasn’t technically begun yet. He must be leaving in the morning.
I yawn, and debate returning to bed. But for some reason, curiosity gets the better of me. I haven’t seen the inside of Stonehart’s office. I could—if I walked up to it and peered in through the window.
He only said that I’m not allowed to go inside. He didn’t mention anything about just looking.
Besides, right now, I feel like I need to talk to someone. For better or for worse, Stonehart is the only option.
My mind made up, I stand up and wander toward the source of light.
As I get closer, a voice at the back of my mind starts telling me this is a very bad idea. It warns me that if Stonehart learns that I’ve been sneaking around, he won’t be pleased at all.
I choose to ignore it. I’m not pushing my boundaries—not entirely. I am still abiding by his rules. Besides, shouldn’t he be pleased to know that I want to see him without being forced?
I come up to the window. The blinds are drawn. However, they don’t touch the windowsill. Feeling a little surge of rebellious excitement, I squat down and put my eyes against the glass to look inside.
The vision I see makes me wish I had never left my bed.
Stonehart is there. Oh yes, he’s undeniably in there. I can tell it’s him from the wide, naked muscles of his back, from the framed silhouette of his face, from the grunts that I hear through the window as he drives his hips in and out of a tiny, petite blond who’s splayed over his desk.
Her cries filter to my ears. “Oh yes!” she screams. “Yes, yes, yes!”
Bile rises in my throat. I know that voice. It belongs to the receptionist I met outside the private entrance to Stonehart’s boardroom. The one who looks like she’s barely of age.
“Harder, Mr. Stonehart!” she begs. “Yes, fuck me harder! Yes, yes, ooh!”
I twist away and nearly lose my balance as the sudden rise leaves me lightheaded. I flounder back, misplace my step, and fall with a thud against the window.
Immediately, the sounds inside stop.
Shit! I curse in my head. Shit, shit, shit!
“Mr. Stonehart?” The girl’s tremulous voice. “What was that?”
“Stay here,” he growls. I duck down and press myself flat against the siding as I hear the sudden swoosh of the blinds being pulled up.
Light spills out. My heart is thundering as loud as a galloping horse.
Stonehart’s shadow falls on the ground. I see the dark length of his erection, made longer by the falling light.
“Who’s there?” he says. “Lilly, is that you?”
I squeeze my eyes shut and pray that he doesn’t see me.
Please, please don’t let him see me.
After a minute, he grunts and turns away. I see the shadow retreat as he steps back.
“Did you see anything?” the girl asks.
“Probably an animal,” Stonehart answers.
“Oh,” the girl says, suddenly giggly. “Whew.” Then her voice becomes defensive. “Who’s Lilly ?”
It hits me that she only knows me as ‘Miss Ryder’.
“Never mind,” Stonehart growls. “Wait here. I have to check