CONTROL YOU
A COLDCREEK NOVEL
by
JENNIFER SNYDER
CONTROL YOU
A COLDCREEK NOVEL
Copyright 2014 by Jennifer Snyder
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Editing by H. Danielle Crabtree
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DEDICATION
To those who enjoy tattooed bad boys with soft centers.
Table of Contents
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHAPTER EIGHT
CHAPTER NINE
CHAPTER TEN
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CHAPTER TWELVE
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
CHAPTER NINETEEN
CHAPTER TWENTY
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
CHAPTER THIRTY
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
CHAPTER THIRTY- SIX
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CHAPTER FORTY
EPILOGUE
The Hazards of a One Night Stand - Excerpt
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Other Books Also by Jennifer Snyder
PROLOGUE
In life, there are monsters that scar our souls and warp our fragile minds. Sometimes these monsters come in the shape of those we love, of those whom we felt loved us, and even in the past shadows of ourselves.
Regardless of which form they come in, there is one thing that ties them all together...their power to own our emotions. It is within this power that they run the risk of being able to control you.
CHAPTER ONE
PAIGE
If eyes are the windows to one’s soul, then what do mine say about me? Because right now, I was sure they’d say I was bored at the very least. I shifted my gaze from the tiny flecks of silver in the countertop of Craig’s parents’ massive kitchen, wondering why I’d agreed to come to this party. When he’d said it would be a few of his country friends, I’d had no idea he meant country club friends.
“So, Paige, what is it you’re majoring in?” asked the girl with skin too pale to wear the white dress she had on.
I realized she was only attempting to start a conversation with me, but I wasn’t in the mood to talk with anyone. Not anyone new at least. I just wanted to go home so I could relax in front of the TV with my roommate, Blaire, and stress about brunch tomorrow with my parents.
“Oh, um…” I took a tiny sip of my wine, stalling until I could figure out how to word my major just right.
One of her perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot up. She knew I was stalling, and that I was most likely embarrassed by my lack of a true major. “Craig mentioned something about you being into accounting.”
Accounting? Really? Why would he lie like that? I glanced to where Craig stood. He was at the entrance to the main room, holding a Heineken and laughing at something his friend had said. My eyes shifted back to the she-devil in front of me. She had the best eyebrows I’d seen on anyone in real life and absolutely no fashion sense. “No, I’m not studying accounting.”
She flashed me a smug, knowing smile, as I expected she would, and drew her eyebrows together. “That’s funny. I distinctly remember him saying you were going for an accounting degree.” Her perfectly manicured nail tapped at her bottom lip, reminding me how, coming to this party, I’d been so nervous I’d chipped off all the pale pink I’d put on hours before. God, even my fingernails looked like crap when compared to hers.
“No, I’m actually undecided. All I took last year were general ed classes. I’m finishing them this year, and then who knows.” I shrugged, attempting to appear carefree, which was the last thing I felt, and gave her a small smile.
“Oh. Well, from what Craig has mentioned about your family, you have the luxury to remain undecided for years to come—just like the rest of us.” She chuckled and waved her delicate hand.
My stomach rolled. People like her made me sick. While it was true that I came from money, it wasn’t something I boasted about or even something I thought of. It didn’t define me. If she hadn’t been the girlfriend of one of Craig’s closest friends, and I hadn’t been so worried about how Craig would react, I’d tell her that her current attitude suited her about as much as the dress she wore and storm off.
Biting my tongue, I flashed another minute smile at her and took a sip of my white wine. I hated white wine. Red wine was the best. Craig knew this about me, but apparently, my tastes didn’t outweigh those of his female friends tonight.
“This is true,” I muttered.
“Drew talked me into going to dental school after next year. By then I’ll have a basic degree and enough credits to transfer to one of the schools along the coast I’ve been looking at.” She flipped her strawberry blond hair over her shoulder and met my stare dead-on. I knew she was trying to intimidate me with her well-thought-out college plan, but all I could think was how her choice of dress color did nothing for her. She was beautiful, but needed a dress that matched her sapphire blue eyes, not one that washed her skin tone out more than it naturally was.
“Sounds like you and Drew have everything worked out. The coast is nice; you’ll love it there.” I smiled, tossing the only positive thing that came into my mind at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I need to use the restroom.”
“Go down the main hall. It’s the fourth door on the right,” she called after me, causing me to wonder how many times she’d been inside Craig’s parents’ house and why in the hell she would assume I didn’t know where it was.
“Thanks.” I started toward the main hall, making sure my lips were twisted in a slight smile instead of the frown they would prefer.
I glanced in Craig’s direction as I walked. He locked eyes with me and shot me an odd look, as if he was wondering where I was going. I mouthed bathroom and flashed him a large smile. He nodded, but didn’t return my smile. My lips twisted into the frown they’d wanted to form, and I cut down the hallway.
I’d always thought my parents’ house was huge, but this place was enormous. If I walked down the hallway with my
arms spread out at my sides, I didn’t think I’d come close to touching the walls on either side of me. Black-and-white framed pictures in various sizes were hung on both walls. Each of them lifeless and fake, like the pictures displayed throughout my parents’ house. I preferred pictures to be candid and not orchestrated. Pictures were meant to capture life as it happened, not help you create a façade for everyone to view when displayed.
After using the restroom, I scrutinized my reflection in the mirror. Running my fingertip along the under part of my eyes, I wiped away any smudged eyeliner and then zeroed in on my eyebrows, wishing I’d brought my purse in so I could use my tweezers to pluck a few stray strands. Crinkling my nose at my reflection, I pulled my cell from my back pocket to send a text to Blaire.
This is so boring. I don’t think I like Craig’s country friends very much. ~ Paige
I leaned against the counter while I waited for her to text back, picking at what was left of the pink nail polish on my thumb. I needed to get a manicure before I met my parents for brunch tomorrow. My chipped nails would be something my mother would be sure to point out.
Why not?
A little sigh of relief escaped me. Thank God, she was available to answer my text. I needed to vent right now.
They’re too much like my parents and all the snobs at their country club I was forced to go to growing up. It’s dry conversation at best. ~ Paige
Well, you know how I feel about Craig. I think he’s dry conversation all the way around.
Pursing my lips together, I let out a deep breath. Shoot. Maybe texting her wasn’t such a good idea.
Blaire Hayes had been my best friend since our freshman year of high school. She was my roommate now. I valued her opinion, but not when it came to Craig. I really liked him. Granted we’d only been seeing each other for a few months, but things were good between us. While he did have his moments of seeming a little overbearing, it was a welcome change from my last boyfriend, who never cared about me at all—considering he’d cheated. Craig was sweet to me, good-looking, goal-oriented, and slightly overprotective, which made me feel safe and cared for. My heart picked up pace as I thought about his list of attributes.
Maybe that’s because these people rub off on him too much. ~ Paige
Could be. Jason and I should double date with you guys. We could even get Lauren and Jimmy to come along. That would be interesting.
I wasn’t sure interesting would be the right word for that date. Jason and Blaire were fine, Craig and Jason would get along well, I was sure—but Jimmy? I was positive there was not one thing Craig would like about him.
Yeah, there’s no way Craig and Jimmy would get along. I’m not even sure Jason and Jimmy would get along. That guy is a hard one to understand. ~ Paige
It took Blaire a minute to respond. My stomach clenched as I realized I’d probably been gone for a while. I didn’t want Craig or anyone else to come looking for me. Seconds ticked away and I debated cramming my phone in my pocket and leaving our conversation at that.
That’s what would make it fun. We both need a little excitement in our lives, right?
Excitement in our lives? I smiled at her text. I wasn’t sure I needed any added excitement in my life, but Blaire definitely did. She’d suffered a miscarriage about three months ago and still seemed a little down about it. She had every right to be. I just didn’t enjoy seeing my best friend depressed. The only time she seemed happy anymore was when her boyfriend, Jason, was around.
We’ll talk about it later. Gotta go. ~ Paige
I shoved my phone into my back pocket without waiting on her to respond this time, grabbed my wineglass, and opened the bathroom door. A solid chest was the first thing I saw. Craig was standing in the doorway, waiting on me. His face was twisted into an unreadable expression as he blocked the doorway with his body.
“Jesus, you scared me,” I said, feeling my heart rise to my throat. I giggled and attempted to squeeze past him, but there wasn’t enough room.
“You’ve been in there for a while. Everything okay?” he asked. His jaw seemed tight and his words a little clipped.
“Yeah, I was just fixing my makeup.” My phone vibrated in my back pocket with Blaire’s response, the sound magnified due to the spacious bathroom and enormous hallway.
“Were you texting someone?”
“Just Blaire.” I smiled.
“Thought you were fixing your makeup.” It wasn’t a question. It was more of a statement—one that made me feel as though I’d been caught in a lie and he didn’t approve.
“I was, but Blaire sent me a message asking if I knew whether we were out of something at the apartment.” The words tumbled from my mouth as my hands waved in crazy gestures. Why was I lying? There was no reason other than because I felt guilty for bad-mouthing this party while hiding in the bathroom.
“Right,” he muttered, not seeming to believe me.
He turned and walked down the hall toward the party again, leaving me standing in the threshold to the bathroom, wondering what his problem was. Had he been worried I was getting sick or something? Had he already had too much to drink? I watched as he sauntered toward his friends, his low-hung jeans shifting with every step and his crisp, collared T-shirt fitting his lean frame perfectly. He didn’t seem to be staggering from too much alcohol.
While I stood there, contemplating what could have made him so abrasive all of a sudden, he paused at the entrance to the main room and glanced back at me. “Are you coming, Paige?”
I nodded and started toward him. When I finally got to where he stood, he interlaced his fingers with mine and brought my hand up to his lips. The tension in his features had gone, and it had become replaced by the softness I’d been searching for moments ago. “Can I get you some more wine?”
My eyes dropped to the nearly empty glass I held in my hand. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.”
“Okay.” His eyebrows bunched together, making me want to smooth out the lines forming between them. Did he forget that I hated white wine? “Have you decided if you’re staying the night?”
“As much as I want to, I think I’m just going to have you take me home in a little while. I’ve got that brunch thing with my parents in the morning.”
“I forgot about that.” He frowned. We walked to the kitchen and he set his empty Heineken bottle on the counter. “Do I have time for another before I take you home? I promise it’s only my third and I’m perfectly fine to drive you.”
My eyes flicked to the clock on the stove. It was only ten thirty, but I’d been ready to leave two hours ago. “Sure, take your time.”
I glanced to the others sitting around in the main room, talking and laughing. There was low music playing in the background, a band I’d never heard before. It was all too mellow for me. When I went to a party, it was to let loose, to shed all the anxieties from my current life situations, and be free. I wanted to drink what I liked, laugh uncontrollably, and dance until my heart raced so hard I could feel it pulsating in my fingertips. I’d hung out with Craig and a few of his friends before, but nothing like this, no one like these people. This was too much like a wine mixer my parents would attend.
“I saw you talking with Genevieve earlier,” Craig said, popping the top on his beer.
Genevieve—that had been her name! I knew it was something ritzy and sophisticated sounding. My eyes scanned the kitchen and main room, searching for her. She sat beside her boyfriend, Drew, laughing and sipping her wine.
“Yeah, she’s nice-ish.”
“Nice-ish?” He smirked. His brown eyes flickered with amusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
I shrugged, hoping it would take off some of the edge to what I was about to say. “She comes off as being sort of snobby. One of those people who seem to always set you up to catch you in a lie.”
Craig’s eyes bored into me. “And what type of lie did she catch you in?”
“She didn’t, but that doesn’t mean she wasn’t looking to.” I se
t my wineglass on the counter and dropped my eyes to the finger foods, catching a whiff of the disgusting green olives pierced with fancy toothpicks. I shuddered. “But why did you tell her I was an accounting major?”
“Because it sounds better than saying you’re undecided, and having them think you’re a moron or a slacker.” His words were harsh, but his tone was not. This was one of the few things I didn’t care for about him. He could say things, mean things, without seeming bothered by doing so. “And Genevieve isn’t snobby, she’s driven and goal-oriented—two aspects I think you should focus more on.”
Heat prickled through my stomach and I narrowed my eyes at him. “First off, lying about my major because you don’t approve of the actual one is not okay. Second, I am a driven and goal-oriented person. You just don’t know me well enough yet to see it.”
My heart pounded in my ears. His words had stung. Normally, I wouldn’t say something so direct and outspoken to someone’s face, but the two glasses of wine I’d consumed had given me the courage to do so and I was glad.
I didn’t wait for Craig to reply. Instead, I made my way through the kitchen and headed straight for the front door. My car wasn’t here, but that didn’t mean I couldn’t leave. I could walk to the end of the driveway, and then call Blaire or someone to pick me up.
Genevieve noticed my exit—either because she had been watching Craig and me in the kitchen, or else she recognized a pissed-off female from a mile away. She stood as I reached the door.
“Is everything okay?” she asked with fake concern. I could tell by the glimmer in her eyes that all she wanted was the juicy details about why I was leaving. I began to wonder if her asking what my major was had been part of a ploy to start an argument between Craig and me tonight.
“Perfectly fine, thank you.” I flashed her an equally fake smile as the one plastered across her face, and jerked the front door open.
After stepping out onto the concrete porch held up by large white pillars, I inhaled deeply and then reached in my back pocket for my phone. While I debated who I should call to come get me—Blaire or Lauren—the front door opened behind me. I knew who’d stepped out before he said a word. Craig.
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