Single Lady Spy 01 - The End of Me

walked over to the counter and stole a waffle from the steaming plate of them Pierre was plating. I walked away, “Screw you, Servario. I’ll leave you two alone. Thanks for the waffle, Pierre.”
    I nearly ran to the room where I had slept and grabbed my clutch. I left the room, but he was right there, “That was incredibly rude and I’ve asked you repeatedly not to swear.”
    I looked up into his stormy expression and chewed the stolen waffle, “You’re right. These are the best.”
    His mood didn’t improve, “If I tell you what I know, will you stay?”
    I shook my head, “No. I’m here because my vagina wants to be. I need to focus on my kids. You need me to hate you—well, you know what? The feeling is mutual.”
    A grin toyed with his lips, “You say that word with no apprehension. I find that odd. You are too forward with the things you’ll say.”
    “What word?” Had I sworn again?
    “Vagina.”
    I crossed my arms over my clutch and snickered, “One of my kids got stuck in there for like twelve hours, before the doctors figured it out. I had been in labor for thirty-nine hours, before I got a cesarean section. I pushed for two hours and got two—yes two hemorrhoids, hence the reason I won’t ever have anal sex. I have a deep amount of comfort with the lower half of my body because of it all. I recovered with mineral baths, Epsom salts, and rectal suppositories. I didn’t have sex comfortably for one whole year, and even then, it was annoying. Yet, I still had another baby. The second was much easier. I just booked the surgery and out she came. Then on top of all of that, I breastfed both my kids the full recommended eighteen month minimum, earning me horrid looks from everyone, even other women. I was the pervy hippie who breastfed for too long.”
    He looked like he might get sick.
    I nodded, “And voila, you no longer see me as a sexual object you get to toy with.” I stood on my tiptoes, dragging his cheek down to my level, “Thank you for making me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time, shame and perversion included.” I brushed my lips against his rough cheek and walked past him. I knew he was still stuck in the hemorrhoid story. That truly was a cock blocker.
    “Say goodbye to Steve and foxy Roxy for me,” I looked back and walked to the foyer, then strolled out the front door. I had zero idea where I was, but the good thing about iPhones was the map. I decided to steal his iPhone. I didn’t even care if he tracked me down. I was never letting him in my panties again.
    “Dirty bastard.” I muttered, and turned the phone on as I walked to the gate. It didn’t open. I sighed and looked back. Servario was walking down the very, long driveway.
    “Great.” My clutch vibrated at the same time he shouted something at me. I ignored Servario and took the FaceTime call. It was Coop, not Jack.
    “We have a problem.”
    I could see the seriousness on his face, “What?”
    He closed his eyes and pinched between his eyes.
    “What, Coop?”
    He looked at me and shook his head, “The protection team has gone missing. They have hourly check-ins with someone, and it’s been five hours since a check-in has happened.”
    My breath was stolen. I shook my head, “No.”
    He nodded, “I know. Your mom, more than likely, got the kids away, but…I still want to know. We need to figure out what’s happened.”
    It was my worst-case scenario. There was nothing I could do, from where I stood. “I need to find them. Come get me.”
    He nodded and the call ended.
    I turned and looked at the gate; there was no way I was climbing over it.
    I turned my back and waited for Servario to hurry up and come drag me back. The defeat and fear were all consuming. How could I find my family, if he was holding me captive?
    Servario chuckled, “You’re taking my clothes again. I think you’ve forgotten the deal we have about you taking the things I bought you.”
    I looked down, grinning, hiding the terror I was feeling. I shook my head, “You didn’t buy this for me. I stole it.”
    “Same thing. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
    I fought the tears in my throat, “Fine, have them back but I’m not yours.”
    I pulled down the shorts, luckily the shirt was long enough to cover my bare ass. I noticed a guard in the guardhouse across the huge driveway. He looked confused.
    Servario shouted at him, “Take a break and turn off the cameras!”
    The guard closed the blinds.
    I bit my lip and lifted