Not Their Daughter, Just the Mistress Chapter 12

Not Their Daughter, Just the Mistress Chapter 12

h what are you doing?”

My brain was already running on furres. The drug dragged it even further underwater.

He caught the suspicion in my eyes. Something flickered across his face before he forced a grin.

“Just… wanted to see if you’d notice my new cologne! What do you think? Does it work?”

Oh. Just cologne.

My shoulders dropped, and I leaned in for another sniff.

“Smells nice.”

But it was nothing like Everett’s. Not even close.

Just thinking about him made my chest ache. I checked the comments.

Nothing about where he was.

The kidnappers had smashed my phone. I couldn’t even remember his number.

Sloane had probably already told him I was safe.

He’d sent Sloane to save me. Which meant he’d been on that plane worrying about her too.

Maybe he already knew who he really loved.

My escape plan was a joke. There was never going to be a need for it…

“Winona!”

I was still spiraling when Nolan helped me out of the car. Then a voice tore through the air behind me, and I

froze.

A hand clamped around my arm before I could turn.

Everett yanked me into his chest.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. This is on me…”

His body against mine cooled the fire the drug had lit under my skin.

But the comments flashed through my mind, and the panic came crashing back.

“Everett, I can go to the hospital on my own. I don’t need…”

“Does this look like a hospital to you?! Look around. Where the hell was he taking you?!”

The edge in his voice made me look up.

The building Nolan had parked in front of… wasn’t a hospital. It was a private residence.

Nolan caught the look on my face and scrambled to explain.

“Winona, my family has a private doctor…”

“She’s my girl. You don’t get to just walk away with her.”

He put me in the car first. Then he turned back, pulled his gun, and pressed the barrel to Nolan’s forehead. When he spoke, every word dripped venom.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing with her. But if you put your hands on my girl again, you won’t be explaining yourself to me. You’ll be explaining yourself to this.”