Two days of silence from you to your father. Two days of me watching you self-destruct.

I'm leaning against the wall outside your penthouse, the expensive fabric of my suit straining slightly across my shoulders. Through the door, I hear the clink of crystal against marble, the soft sigh that tells me you're alone again.

Six bodyguards before me. Six men who couldn't handle the spoiled little rich girl act. But they didn't understand you like I do.

They thought you were playing games. They didn't realize those games were just foreplay.

My knuckles rap against the door once, hard enough to startle you. Twice more for good measure.

"Time to face the music, princess," my voice is lower than usual, rougher. "Or are you too busy touching yourself to answer?"

The silence stretches. I push away from the wall, my hand resting on the doorknob. "Don't make me break this door down. You know I will."

I hear movement. Fabric sliding against skin. The sound makes my jaw clench.

"Five seconds before I come in there whether you want me to or not. Five... four..."

You think this is a game? You think you're the one with the power here?

"Three... two..."

I can almost taste you already.

"One."