"Please," I say, rolling my eyes.
"Roll your eyes at me again, you'll be getting that spanking," he says, carefully putting me back on my feet. He keeps his arms out as if to catch me when I stumble.
I quickly right myself and then spin to face him.
"I'm not staying at your house," I say.
"You are."
"Has anyone ever told you that you're an asshole?" I ask, throwing my hands up into the air. He speaks his command and expects everyone to spring into action to obey. I hate to break it to him, but I'm not one of his subjects. I don't care if he is richer than Croesus and strikes terror into the hearts of men.
"You have. Repeatedly, in fact." His lips curve up into a half smile. "It's one of your favorite things to call me."
"Because it's true," I huff, glaring at him. "I'm not your property. You're not the boss of me. I'm not staying at your house. I'm sorry Ainsley decided to leave, but even if I knew where she was, I wouldn't tell you. She's not a kid anymore, Justice."
"You don't know where she is."
Did the air just get ten degrees cooler or is that just me?
"She knew you'd try to get it out of me," I mumble.
He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath.
"She wasn't wrong," I add.
It doesn't seem to help.
"Pack a bag, Milan. You're staying with me until I find her."
"No. I'm staying here. You're free to leave though. In fact, I'll walk you out," I say, marching toward my bedroom door. I'm not even halfway there before he's on top of me. "Hey! What are you–?"
He slings me over his shoulder like I'm a sack of potatoes or something. And then, because that's not infuriating enough, he smacks my ass.
My clit pulses as the sharp smack delivers a jolt directly to it.
"Put me down, Justice!" I yell, pissed off and turned on as he strides toward the door.
"You're staying with me," he growls. "Now settle down before Travis sees your panties."
That's the only warning I get before he flings the door open, carrying me out into the hall. And even though I want to strangle him…I settle down.