Chapter 205: Whitemail/Go down on me

Jennie’s POV

"Yes Dad, bye" I say into the phone as I shut the door behind me.

"Ah-ah, not so fast. What are you so eager about? Do you have a date?" Dad asks and I laugh nervously.

"Pfft. Please. Like anyone would willingly want a beta chick with a loud personality" I joke, but dad doesn’t laugh.

He stays quiet and I continue my walk into the apartment. I’ll make something quick, eat, and maybe call the Daddy man over. Ew. It’s weird calling someone Daddy while I’m on the phone with my dad.

"I’m just kidding dad" I say.

"I can arrange a lover for you. What sort of men do you fancy? Or is it women? Omegas?"

"Oh my Goddess, dad. You sound like a trafficker right now" I joke again and this time dad laughs, so I push into the joke to make him forget about my self-deprecating habit.

"You low-key sound like ’hey everyone, I have a load of people in a bunker somewhere’ and that’s weird" I joke and Dad stops laughing.

"Do you want me to set you up with someone, Jen?" he asks and I sigh. He’s done with my jokes; I guess I have to face my present hurdle now. I’m so lonely that I got upset about Noah’s mating bite, but dad is even more lonely.

"I want you to set yourself up with someone. I haven’t seen you with anyone since I was little" I say and he hums.

"It will happen soon...I have a claiming collar waiting for my chosen omega’s neck" he says softly.

"No way...dad! You sly old man, so you had someone all along" I squeal and he chuckles. "It won’t take long now. I better let you go now, love. Sleep well, okay?"

"Oh, I will sleep well" I grin like a little devil. I will sleep well after executing my plan, but first, I need to get ready.

I wash up, eat, shave down there and everywhere, and then put on a cute slip dress. I let my hair fall down my shoulder and pick up my phone.

With my fingernail between my teeth, I dial the number the hot man gave. It’s pretty late, so I lay on my belly and wait.

"Hello?" the man’s gruff voice says, and I cover my mouth to stop myself from giggling. I’m serious about this man. Can he put a ring on me right now?

"It’s Jennie" I say.

"Jennie?" he asks in that sleep heavy voice and I kick my feet, silently screaming with the ghost in my room. "Can you say Jennie in that voice again? I’m trying to check something" I ask.

Beep.

"Hello?" I say into the phone and pull it away in shock. He hung up on me. Oh wow. That was unexpected.

I make the call again with more determination and he accepts it with an unwelcoming growl.

"I will trace this call and murder you" he says gruffly.

"Hot. Anyways, I saw something you might need in the footage" I say and I hear the rustling of sheets. Is it bad that I assume he’s naked? I don’t care if it’s bad. I bite my bottom lip at the image.

"What did you see?" he asks.

"I don’t know what you’re looking for, so you can come check it yourself" I reply and there’s silence again. "Address" he says and it’s my turn to rustle the sheets.

I’m rolling, mute-squealing, and moving about like an earthworm.

"Yeah sure, whatever" I say in a nonchalant tone and send my address to him. I wait with anxiety for him to show and when my doorbell rings, I nearly fall over myself.

"Why, hello there...what are you doing here?" I ask, leaning against the frame with one hand above my head, you know...the usual seductive pose.

"The footage" he says bluntly and I scrunch my nose in annoyance. Sheesh. He doesn’t even bother to look at anything except my face. Anyways I likey, focused men are hot men.

"I hope you know this is a whitemail" I say.

"A what?" he asks in confusion.

"A whitemail. It means I’m not giving you a single thing until you give me what I want" I explain with a fake nice smile, and he drags his fingers down his face.

"And what do you want?"

"Go down on me" I blurt. I don’t even get the chance to recover from my own words before the man barrels into the apartment. He slams my back against the door and wraps a hand around my neck.

His hand, hot and heavy, closes around my neck. Although it sends heat to my core, I am brought back to my senses.

"W-wait!" I scream in shock.

He gets on his knees and I gasp, the hand that was on my neck is now on my stomach. He’s pressing my body against door, and again, although it’s hot...I panic.

"I’m just fucking around!" I cry out and he gets away from me. I wrap my arms around myself, and he gets to his feet. "I’m sorry, I was just..." my words hang in my throat.

I was just lonely? Just fucking around? Just wanting to be wanted?

I wipe my tears off angrily and the man doesn’t look at me with pity. I’m so stupid. I don’t even remember his name, and I invited him to my home.

"Don’t cry, kid. I won’t hurt you" he says in a surprisingly soft voice, and I lose it.

"I’m not a kid. FUCK" I hiss.

Leaving him, I stomp into my room to get the flash drive I copied the footage to. I hold it out to him and avoid his eyes. He takes it, and instead of leaving, he tilts his head.

"May I use your laptop?" he asks.

"Whatever" I murmur and he goes to it. He sits on my couch, and I take my eyes off him. There is no way I fumbled a hottie. Who asks to be eaten and then bursts into tears? Me. It’s just a Jennie Fletcher thing. I can’t wait to meet and tell Noah all about it.

The man finds the clip I’m talking about and his expression darkens. He pulls out a phone, and I lick my lip nervously. Seeing him in my humble apartment gives him a different look. He still looks like he’d spit in my mouth, hold a gun to my head, and fuck me dirty, but he also looks...dangerous. I didn’t invite some gang leader to my house...did I?

My phone dings and I check it.

Dad:

Baby girl, do you have a friend over?

Jenn_IEE:

No. Why?

Dad:

Nothing.

You wouldn’t lie to me, would you, kitten?

Who’s in the house with you.

Jenn_IEE:

It’s just some guy looking for footage from the store. I invited him over.

Dangerous. I know. But he’s chill.

Dad are you stalking me?

"Who are you talking to?" the man asks and I lift my head to look at him. He looks like he suspects me, so I show him my screen briefly to kill his worry. "It’s my dad" I say.

Dad:

I’m glad you have friends.

Tell me everything, okay, pup?

Jenn_IEE:

It’s an older man. Dad. Older man.

Like maybe two years younger than you.

Dad:

Lolooolll

I roll my eyes and pocket my phone. When I’m done, I lift my head to find the man on his feet. my face burns as he looks at me and his eyes finally drop to my small tits. Yikes. I should have worn a hoodie or something.

"Thank you for your help" he says and brushes past me. My heart drops to the floor as I stare at his back in disappointment. He pauses at the door before turning his head to address me. "Kid?"

"Yeah?" I answer before my brain catches up or corrects him.

"Don’t give strangers your address. Don’t ask strangers for things they can use against you" he says with a deep voice and my own words slap me in the face.

’Go down on me’

"Are you going to use my words against me?" I ask, staring at the scar that starts from his eyebrow and ends just at the top of his cheek. I want to touch it...I want to know the story behind it.

"No, Jennie. I won’t use your words against you, but I’ll give you my words to use against me. If you ever need anything, contact me" he says and walks out.

It’s the moment the door shuts that I realize that I haven’t been breathing all the while he spoke to me. I think...I think I’m in love.