Pepper
After the MRI, Tony drives the rental Range Rover toward Beverly Hills. I’m not sure what it says that I’m not even slightly tempted to ask for a visit to my parents’ house. Well, technically, it’s my house, but I bought it for them. Or they bought it with my money, depending on how you look at it.
When Tony pulls up in front of a mansion with a moving truck and cop car sitting in front, though, I sit up and pay attention.
“This is Hugh’s place,” I say. My voice, after resting all day, comes out perfectly clear.
Tony’s already getting out of the vehicle, pulling his phone out of his pocket. He stops and points a warning finger at me, and I totally lose my cool. Enough with acting like he’s in charge of me. It may have been fun when his hands were on my hips and his c**k was buri
