Demanded by Him (Chosen by Him #7) Read Online Free PDF

get what I want, you’ll be doing what I want. Are we clear?”
    “Uh-huh.” I leaned into the cool rush of air from the vent, attempting to cool my face from the anger and dry the tears that had begun to pool in my eyes.
    “You remember the place. 6 pm at the Roosevelt.” The phone went silent.
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    I thought about the different ways I would kill him if I had the chance. They all seemed gruesome, but enjoyable. Well, not really, but I wanted him out of my life and knew I wanted him to pay for it in the worst possible way.
    The morning and early afternoon had dragged by as I spent my time driving around. I stopped at a few bars, sulked in a few glasses of wine. Every place I turned reminded me of Chase, times we had spent together and things we had done. I wanted to reach out to Alyssa, but I asked her to give me a few days. I thought I was going to have all of this worked out. I felt so stupid. I’d truly believed that Brandon was just going to take the money and run.
    Now, everything was flashing in front of my eyes. I thought about how I had confronted Chase the night I found out I’d been passed over for the internship. I remembered how I had poked him in the arm to get his attention and stood my ground. “He must have thought I was some crazy bitch.” I laughed to myself. I knew he hadn’t thought I was too crazy, because not much later I was in his arms.
    I looked over toward the parking lot were we had first had sex as I drove passed it. The large group of trees at the back of the lot had provided some additional darkness, blocking the light from the campus that evening. I could still feel his touch and his smell his cologne. That evening I had crossed a line I never thought I would cross. I had been more daring than ever. That night, I had lost some of my innocence. Now look at me. I was taking tens of thousands of dollars from him and paying off my ex-boyfriend. What kind of person had I become?
    The Roosevelt was a cracked, gray stucco building far away from campus in the seedy part of town. The only time anyone was there was when they were looking for trouble or causing trouble. I wanted neither. A few trees drooped sadly in dirt beds along the building. I pulled into the lot and parked close to the stairs. I shivered as I attempted to erase the thought of Brandon and the things I had recently done and was about to do to Chase. I thought about our trip to Miami when I had told him I wanted a professional relationship. Had I kept everything professional, neither of us would be in this mess. I gritted my teeth and clenched my jaw tighter as I thought about how my selfishness was affecting so many people.
    It was too late to turn back now. I looked up at the second floor. Room 221 was midway down the motel walkway. Last time I was here I barely took the time to look around and check out my surroundings. I had bolted toward the door and made my way inside to give Brandon the money. I wish I had taken that same approached as I scanned the area. The curtains were closed and a few men in baggy jeans and dirty t-shirts were hanging out at the far end of the second floor landing, smoking cigarettes despite the clear sign saying No smoking within thirty feet of the building .  While I watched, one of the men stubbed his cigarette out on the sign. I shook my head in disbelief. Brandon couldn’t even get a nice motel room. Shit, I’d just given him thirty-five thousand and he was still staying in this dive. Maybe he liked being someplace where no one would ask questions.
    At least my piece of shit car wouldn’t stand out too much.
    I took a deep breath and made my way to the second floor. The white stucco walls of the motel had seen better days. Wads of gum were stuck in random places. Cigarette butts lined the walkway and I swear I saw a small stain that could have been blood. In my sleeveless dress and high-heeled pumps, I felt overdressed. I was overdressed.
    The smokers at the end of the second floor