Masuk“Office for office. We can have dinner, though.”
“No. Not tonight. I don’t think I can manage that.”
“Tomorrow then?” I asked, a bit too quickly.
He turned at that. I sat back, but kept my feet firmly under my desk.
“I…I’ve got the inspections this week,” he said distractedly. “With the technicians on the motion sensors?” he continued slowly, his eyes searching mine.
“Ah!” I stood now, but I turned quickly, reaching for my desk phone. Reece picked up immedia
a large arm over my shoulders, shaking me heartily while slapping my chest, “did the building design. Me, I’m working with him on the interior for the Africa section.”His tiny eyes danced as he faced our guests.“This is a man-made island,” I remarked. “One of twenty. The owners want only the best to give them the best structures and ambience money can buy.”“The others you saw are engineers, landscapers, interior decorators, and inspectors, all here for the same thing we are: to check the structures and automated devices used to run everything from the room temperatures to the timer for watering the grass.”“For real?” Dexter gasped.I pushed Bash’s arm off gently. I smiled at him. “Yes. Your father wanted me to show you what his rival is up to. Please take notes.”I turned to Adiran. “Your father let you join me on this trip. Come have a look at the other projects I’m running. If you like something you want added to your father’s building
Not that I cared, but I wasn’t going to make waves where I could avoid them.I got in my car; my driver pulled off. A black Lexus slid behind us.Forty minutes later, past noon, I was knocking on a hotel door. Liam was standing beside me.“Yes. No. I heard you, Dad,” Adrian was saying as he opened the door. He was on the phone. The one I had given him.He didn’t look at me. Didn’t look at Liam. He walked to the sofa and dropped into it.“I’ll get a new one when I get back. Yes. Tomorrow.”The young man closed his eyes, rubbing his forehead with his index and middle fingers. There was a half-empty food tray on the table before the sofa.I sat in the single-seater on the side. Liam stood by the wall, behind his ward.“I got in late yesterday. I missed him this morning. Yes. No. Dad, I went to see Lee.”His face twisted slightly. He was silent for a while.“I know, Dad. I wasn’t –”He sighed. “Yes, Dad. Okay.”
Jayden Malroy consumed me.This man, on the contrary, was moving with me. Staying in step.I shivered.Dexter’s brow furrowed.I swallowed.“Faster?” I breathed.His face swelled. He turned away, but I didn’t let him make it.I gave him what he wanted, and his head snapped back to me.“Ah! Ah! Ha! Nngh! Ah! Ahhh!”I was riding him like he was the last bull on the farm. Still staying quiet, enjoying his pleasure even more than I was enjoying mine.Pushing everything and everyone that was not him out of my mind.“Ah! HA! AAHHH! Adrian!”I couldn’t stop. I couldn’t slow. I wanted more from him. I wanted everything he had to give.I tightened on him.“Oh! Ha! Nnnnngh! Adrian! Oh! Slow… Slow down! Loosen up. Ah! Sorry! I’m sorry! Slow down! Ah! Adrian! Ah –”I silenced him. I made him swallow his cries. I didn’t know who was outside his door. Who was in the next room, on the other flo
He was my height and about half my size, maybe a bit more than that; he should have been able to push me off, if he wanted to, but in that moment, he may as well have been a featherweight.I wasn’t blocking his movements either. I only wanted to kiss him.On his part, he wasn’t struggling, screaming, or trying to hit me.His hands were on the floor, on either side of his frame.His tongue flicked against mine, and I dove deeper. I loosened my hold, watching him. Waiting for him to pull away.He sank low. Still on the floor, and I followed.He made that cursed sound again, and my breath caught.I released his lips, inhaled, and dove back in. This time, my second hand was on his leg, making its way up his firm thigh.I hadn’t gotten a good look earlier, but at that moment, I massaged as I moved, feeling the muscles underneath.That was not the plan.At that point, my main arm was fully behind his head, cradling him.
The next time my eyes opened, I was in a dark place. I wanted to jump up, but my body was too heavy. I blinked, trying to remember who I was and where I was.The former came fast enough, for the latter, I had to first still the pounding in my head and chest. Then, when I could feel my fingers and toes, I turned my face to the side.It took a while.I stared at a wall. It wasn’t familiar. It was too close and didn’t feel like the right weight, if that made any sense.The room I was supposed to be in had a dense-looking wall, and it was at least twenty feet from the bed.I turned the other way and a back was to me.I stared. The back was bare, wide, smooth.My eyes had long since adjusted to the dimness, and I knew I didn’t know that back.I tried to raise my head. The pounding returned in full force. I lay back, breathing deeply. After a moment, I tried again.I made it to a sitting position and glanced down at myself. My
“Gone.”My brow furrowed.Jayden leaned in, his lips to my ear, facing the space behind me. “He couldn’t find you. He got nervous. I explained why.”He pulled away, his eyes on mine. “I told him I didn’t want Lee to find me.”He held my gaze. I blinked. My eyes drifted to the side, then snapped back. “You… You think –”Jayden was shaking his head. “I don’t think, Adrian.”He sat back and poured himself a drink. “I know him,” he continued conversationally. “He’s using you to get to me.”I grabbed his wrist as he raised his glass to his lips. “What do you mean by that?”His eyes came up. Neutral. Disinterested. But I sensed a coldness from his posture.This man really hates my brother, I reflected. Reminding myself of something I had managed to forget.He sat back, his hand slipping out of my grip; I allowed it.He placed the glass on his crossed knee. He glanced at Triani. I did too. The man stood,
Jade’s father screamed as he shook the screen, and Jade’s head bowed. There was a quick, sharp movement on the man’s end, and the screen went black as the device he had been using smashed into the floor of whatever room he was in.Destroying his computer as completely as he had destroyed h
It felt like a caged beast had been given freedom.I watched Marcus’ mirth, then he splashed cold water on my slowly burning mind and rose to leave. To leave me. Again.The fire scorched my soul.I grabbed his wrist. Only if he had chopped my hand off would I have let him go
Barry didn’t ask where I was, what I was doing, or when I’d be back. He really wasn’t an idiot.He already knew he couldn’t trace my number. He already knew I had access to people and things that he didn’t want to know about. But he had checked, numerous times over the years, that I wasn’t a rat. An
“Be safe, Martin. Please,” I mumbled, clearing my throat quietly.I waited. He sighed. “Okay,” he murmured.I hung up.Using the same line, I checked the messages on my regular phone remotely. I saw fifty chats from Adrian Sinclair.I read them all, then called, clonin







