Free Because He Possesses Me by Hannah Ford Page A

you?”
    “Adriana,” I said automatically, before realizing it might not be the best idea to tell her my name.
    “Where’s Callum?” she demanded, shutting the door behind her and kicking off her shoes.
    “I have no idea,” I said honestly.
    “Seems about right,” she said and scoffed, like she was used to showing up here and finding some random girl Callum had spent the night with and Callum nowhere to be found.
    “I’m sorry,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest. “But are you… I mean, do you have Callum’s permission to be here?”
    “Do you?” she countered. She crossed the kitchen to the tiny fridge and opened it, pulled out a bottle of ginger ale and took a long sip.
    “I was invited.”
    “Yeah, well, I have a key.” She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Callum knows I’m here. I practically live here. I just have to use the bathroom.”
    She started walking toward the bathroom, but she stumbled a little bit, catching herself against the counter. Geez. Was she drunk or something? I instinctively took a step toward her, but she waved me off.
    She reached up and pushed her hair back from her face, and that’s when I saw the marks on her arms, angry and red, criss-crossing her skin.
    Track marks.
    “Are you okay?” I asked, a strange feeling settling in my stomach, an instinct telling me that there was something going on here, something serious and dark I wasn’t sure I wanted any part of.
    “I’m fine. I told you, I just need to use the bathroom.” She straightened and then resumed her path to the bathroom, here gait still a little unsteady. Was she high, maybe? She must have been. Or maybe coming down from something. I didn’t know enough about drugs to know what exactly she was on, or if she really was just drunk. But I’d seen enough teen dramas to know the marks on her arm indicated something a lot more serious than alcohol.
    I walked back into the bedroom and gathered up my clothes, shoved them as best I could into my purse. The top of my dress hung out of the top, and I had to leave my purse unzipped, afraid I’d snag the beautiful material.
    The dress was probably ruined anyway, after the way I’d balled it up and threw it onto the floor. Or had it been Callum who had done that? My face burned bright at the memory of last night, touching myself while he stroked his dick, the way he’d spanked me for wearing such a revealing dress, for talking to Garrett at the bar.
    The way he’d said he wasn’t going to fuck me, how he’d done it anyway, entering me in one hard stroke while I was shackled to his bed.
    Heat rose high on my cheeks, my nipples pebbling at the memory.
    My anger deepened at the fact that my body could still react to the memory of him, of his touch, of the physical response he brought up in me, the way he played my body so perfectly. I couldn’t imagine any man ever being able to touch me the way he had, of giving me the kind of pleasure he’d given me.
    And I hated him for that, hated that from now on, every man would be compared to him, making it impossible to forget him.
    But those were ideas and problems for another time.
    Right now I needed to think about getting the heck out of here and getting to work.
    I headed for the front door, and as I passed the bathroom, I could hear the sound of water running, and another sound, something unfamiliar, almost like wet breathing.
    I hesitated, wondering if I should at least text Callum, to tell him that Rose was here, that she was in his apartment. Yes, she had a key, but she might have been high, and I didn’t know for sure she had permission to be here, no matter what she might have said.
    Screw him.
    He’d left me.
    Again.
    I didn’t owe him anything.
    But when I got to the front door, my hand about to turn the knob, a loud gurgling sound came from the bathroom.
    I hesitated.
    I was pissed at Callum, but this Rose girl was obviously disturbed, and regardless of whatever her and Callum had going on, I didn’t want