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mess and then to me as I remained seated in my chair, not a single fuck

given. “Clean this shit up!”

I shook my head at him. Fuck him.

I didn’t know why I was looking for a fight, but knowing Darren wasn’t on the

island at the moment was making me brave … and just plain stupid. But for some

reason, I wanted to annoy my guards. Maybe I needed the attention or the

distraction from my own misery by causing someone else’s. Maybe that would be

enough to lift my mood.

I just didn’t fucking care about anything.

Benito groaned at me as he went to fetch the staff to clean up my mess, closing

and locking the door behind him, but then Hank appeared right after him. He held

his cell phone to his ear as he approached me.

“Yeah, she’s right here,” he said and then held out the phone to me. “Mr. Davis

is on the line. Say hi.”

I rolled my eyes and grabbed the phone out of his hands and held it to my ear,

saying absolutely nothing while enjoying the confusion on Hank’s face when he

looked down to see my spilled soup all over the floor.

“Jaden?” came Darren’s voice on the other end.

“Mmmhmm,” I mumbled in acknowledgment. He was silent for a moment

before he spoke again.

“How’s the jaw?”

Oh, fuck him.

“Fine,” I answered. The first word I’d verbally spoken to him in over a month.

I heard Darren suck in a slow breath as he listened to the one little word I gave

him to recall my voice. I knew he would want more but as per usual, fuck him.

“Good. I’ll be gone for the next four days, so you need to listen carefully to your

guards and medical staff while I’m away. I need you to get better, Jaden.”

I snorted again. “’Kay.” I almost laughed.

Here he was talking to me as if I was some kind of child who needed a reminder

to behave while he was gone. Condescending cock stain.

“I’ll see you in four days. Behave.” And then he hung up. I felt my hand clench

the phone until my knuckles turned white.

“Miss Jaden,” Hank said, holding out his hand for the phone.

I glared at him, held it out, and then deliberately dropped it on the floor, just

inches from his hand and right into my spilled soup. It crashed against the tile,

completely shattering the screen and splattering the stupid smartphone with

vegetable soup.

Ha-ha.

“Goddammit, girl! What the fuck did you do that for?!” Hank shouted as he bent

down to pick up the phone.

“Oops.”

Hank groaned, scowling at me like he wanted to hit me, but there was no way

Darren would have that. He was the only one allowed to break his toy. I just stared

Hank down passively, until he finally turned around and exited the suite. I was

alone for maybe fifteen seconds before Benito returned with a maid to clean up my

spilled soup from the floor.

I had to admit I was being childish now, but fuck it; if Darren wanted to treat me

like a child, then I would behave like one.

Let the fun begin …

4

PLAY

F or the next two days, I did everything I could to piss off Hank and Benito. It was

actually pretty entertaining to see their faces heat up with nowhere for the rage

to go. They couldn’t take it out on me. The most they could do was lock me in my

suite, which was where I wanted to be anyway. I considered it a double win.

The cast on my wrist was finally removed, and it felt so good to have the damn

itchy thing off. I had physical therapy exercises to complete for that as well, but it

was worth it to make my wrist stronger. That was the only thing I complied with

since it really did benefit me, but everything else, I flat-out fucking refused.

I refused just about anything I could. I didn’t want to wear that dress or that

color. I didn’t want to watch that movie or listen to that song. I didn’t want to leave

my suite. I didn’t want to go outside. I needed water. Never mind, I didn’t need it

anymore. The soup is too hot. Now, it’s too cold. I didn’t break it. It must have

fallen on its own. Can you not breathe so loudly? No, you shut the fuck up. I mean,

literally anything.

I was officially six years old again, and I found it funny as fuck. I’d never

mouthed off so much in my life. I’d catch myself laughing out loud at their

hilarious misery, especially since there wasn’t shit they could do about it.

“Piss me off one more time, little girl, and I swear I’ll have Darren on the phone

so fas—”

I laughed. “So you can tell him what? How incompetent you are at handling me?

Good luck with that conversation.”

Benito went so red in the face, I thought he was going to explode like a giant

tomato. Too bad Hank was too busy taking a piss break to see it. And still I just

laughed and walked away; but this