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My Sweet Little Angel Ch. 02 free porn video
‘Is this Mrs. Fiona Trucker?’ asked a strong male voice.
Hearing someone refer her by Robert’s surname made her hate herself. She wanted to lash out at the caller, but maybe the man didn’t know that they were divorced.
‘No. This is Miss Fiona Kahler. Mr. Trucker and I got divorced a few months back. Who is this?’ she asked as she walked into the living room and sat down on the couch.
‘Ma’am, this is Officer Reynolds. I am sorry to inform you but Mr. Trucker has been in an accident. We found your business card in his wallet.’
‘Accident? Is he alright?’ asked Fiona and thought about what the man had said. What business card was he talking about? She hadn’t given Robert any card.
Her chain of thoughts was broken by the voice from the other end.
‘His pulse is strong. But we are shifting him to the nearest hospital. If you could inform his family members …’
‘I am sorry, officer. But Robert has no immediate family. And I don’t have the contact details of any of his friends,’ said Fiona cutting short the officer’s request.
‘Ma’am, in that case, you could complete the formalities. I am sure that it wouldn’t be much of a trouble.’
‘No, officer,’ she said firmly, uninterested in dealing with Robert ever again. ‘I am busy right now and I don’t think Mr. Trucker would like my presence.’
She heard a man’s laugh from the other end and some shuffling sound. And then it happened.
‘Hello Bitch. Seems like you have found someone to warm your bed,’ the voice from the other end snickered, making the blood drain from her face.
No! This couldn’t happen she thought frantically as she looked around the room helplessly. He was supposed to be out of her life. It was all over. The laughter at the other end jolted her thoughts.
‘I am still here, my bitch. How’s the new guy?’
‘Was that a prank? How dare you?’ she asked her voice loud and clear.
‘I am having fun, slut. You do know what turns me on, don’t you?’ he grunted and then howled, making her remember the horrific days, when he used to howl in the same way after he had his share of fun with her body.
‘Why … Why are you calling me?’ she asked, hoping her tone carried the right amount of indignation.
‘I miss your body, Fiona. I miss the screams and my marks of possession,’ said Robert’s voice and she distinctly heard the swish of a whip.
‘Leave me alone. I am not yours anymore,’ she said bravely, holding onto the phone tightly.
‘You will always be mine, bitch. Mine to own and please,’ he said and gave out a loud growl. ‘Did you show him your scars? Or are you still hiding them?’
‘You can’t hurt me again, asshole. You cannot,’ she screamed more to herself that to him.
‘Confident, aren’t you?’ he asked and his steel like voice sent a chill down her spine. ‘If I were you, I wouldn’t be sleeping tonight.’
‘Fuck off, bastard,’ she said and slammed the phone shut.
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her beating heart. He can’t hurt you. Not anymore. She had pushed the incident to the back of her mind and was immersed in her new life until Nick returned back from his business trip.
Nick was at her home and they were sharing a pizza. He was narrating an incident that had taken place during the meeting in New York. Fiona tried to listen because it was a funny story, but she kept looking across the table at Nick and thinking about how much she appreciated him, how thankful she was to be with him now. In the middle of his story, she stood up and crawled into his lap.
‘Baby?’ Nick brushed back her hair. ‘What is it?’
‘Nothing. I just missed you. I love you so much.’
But he knew her better than that. He tilted her chin up and gazed into his eyes. ‘What happened, doll? Are you having problems with work? You can quit any day. I told you I wouldn’t mind …’
‘Robert called here, the day you left.’
She saw the flare of alarm in his eyes turn to anger and then concern.
‘How did he know to find you here?’
‘He knows that I am in Boston and everyone at work knows where I live.’
‘So, where’s he now? Give me that damn phone,’ he muttered and tried to process whatever she had said. Fiona went to grab her phone, then returned and let him pull her back into his lap. Nick clicked to the caller ID display to find the number. ‘What did he say? Tell me the whole conversation.’
Fiona related as much of it as she could remember, emphasizing the part where she had told him to fuck off at the end. Nick messed with some more buttons on the phone.
‘Okay, I have blocked the calls from any unknown number. But listen, if he ever contacts you — here or anywhere — I want you to call me immediately.’ He kissed her forehead, then both her eyes before clasping her to his chest. ‘You worried about this for the past couple of days, didn’t you?’
‘I just can’t believe he called here and played that prank. It was horrible to hear his voice after all this time.’
‘He’s never going to be part of your life again. You know that.’ Fiona nodded, soothed by the deep rumble of his voice against her ear. ‘And even if you ran into him, you are not his wife. You owe him nothing, not even acknowledgement. You are mine now and my girl is brave, isn’t she?’
‘Yes, she is and I know.’
‘Not that I worry about that. He is not stupid.’
Fiona suppressed a shudder. ‘No, not Robert.’
‘He is not going to try to win you back. I should hope not.’
No, thought Fiona. He wouldn’t try to win her back. He wouldn’t do it that way.
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