Heartbreak Me by T.L. Smith Page 0,43
that night at my house. All his tattoos are visible, and I have to look up to his eyes before I get lost in his body.
Amber soulless eyes greet me.
“Your payment is due, Theadora.” He turns and walks off, but I hear his boots stop. “If you don’t get up and move, I’ll chop one of your sister’s fingers off.” Then he moves, and somehow, so do I. Fast. My feet catch up to him, and when I reach the handles that will help me down the stairs, I manage to look around. White sandy beaches greet me as the sun starts to set, with a crystal blue ocean surrounding us, and I wonder if there is an escape.
When he reaches the bottom, he looks up at me. His eyes search my body—for what, I don’t know—before he walks over to his lady, whoever the fuck she is. He bends down and whispers in her ear before he continues to walk. The girl looks at me and walks to the end of the steps, waiting for me to take that final step down. When I do, she offers me her hand.
“My name is Sydney. If you will follow me.”
Sydney? Never would have guessed that name.
She starts walking, and I follow. My hands shake at my sides as we walk past a pool that has floating candles and naked ladies surrounding it. “Now, you are to be on your best behavior. This is high stakes, and you will spend the next few days here.”
My feet stop at her words. “Staying?” I ask with confusion.
Sydney snaps to a stop and turns to face me. “Yes. You will be staying for the next few days, and there is literally no way you can escape. So, don’t piss off anyone.” Her heels tap when she starts walking again, and we step up to a grouping of small cabins, each one having a name on it. I see mine as she takes the stairs and stops, turning around once she unlocks the door and passes the keys to me.
“I don’t understand why I’m here.”
Sydney snaps her fingers. “You aren’t special to him anymore. You are here to do what your sister was meant to. So, please stop with the questions, because the answers will not come from me. Your first outfit is already laid on your bed, get dressed and get ready. I will be back to collect you in a few hours.” Sydney walks out as I look toward the door.
Breaking down right now is probably not the best option.
But it’s the only thing I have left.
Shutting the door, I let the tears that have been wanting to fall, fall unabated.
As I hold myself against the door, I hope and pray this is going to go quickly.
Chapter Twenty
Atlas
“She has arrived.” Sydney takes a seat opposite me, but I already knew the minute arrived. “Fair warning, she’s crying.” Sydney flicks her hair behind her shoulder.
“You like her.” I smirk at Sydney, and her eyes narrow in on me. “She’s different…” She pauses. “Nothing like her sister, that’s for sure,” she spits out while shaking her head.
“Yes, Lucy and Theadora are two completely different women,” I agree.
“All the guests have arrived. How would you like to proceed with the girls?”
Looking down at my paperwork, I say, “Bring the girls on the east side in first before you bring in the players.”
“So, you want me to bring her in last?” She confirms what I don’t say.
“Yes. And make sure she doesn’t freak out.” Sydney nods as she walks out, leaving me sitting in my office getting ready for tonight.
Turning on the cameras, I find the one that’s in her cabin and switch it on. I see her sitting at her door with her head in her hands.
I know, you are wondering why on earth would I put cameras in their rooms. Well, this isn’t your average holiday resort where rooms are free. No, this is my fucking resort, and whatever happens on it, I will know about.
“Sir.” Garry walks in, clipboard in hand, as he looks up. “He’s requesting all blondes.”
Of course, he is. Our highest paying customer usually gets what he wants.
It’s the perk of having so much money.
You get what you damn well want.
“Zander always gets what he wants,” I tell him, looking back to the screen in front of me. Theadora is now standing, looking at the outfits laid on her bed. She scrunches her nose, and in one swift movement, throws them all