Chapter 165

• Blair
• Cyrus takes my hand, ignoring Meredith, and guides me through the house to a room I never noticed before. There’s a keypad where he scans his hand, and when we step inside, I gawk. It’s like a security room from a TV show, with screens covering a full wall and a desk before it with a computer. There are bright neon lights around it, and a small fridge in the corner—proof that someone is in here monitoring the feeds sometimes. It makes me wonder what they have seen of me, and I can’t help but grin wider. Cyrus grabs the huge leather chair and slumps into it before pulling me into his lap. His hands grip my hips and pull me back until I feel his hardness pressed against my ass.
• It’s a reminder of what he wants to do to me at all times. Something I’m perfectly fine with.