All Chapters of Playing with the Enemy: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

“Who are you?” the blonde breathed, his eyes narrowing as they searched my face.If I spat, I would get splash-back. That’s how close the fucker was.“You’ll find out, soon. I assure you. I’ll be seeing you real soon, Mr. Ralis,” I rumbled.He smiled. Like having a blade at his gut was a situation he encountered on a daily basis.He didn’t flinch at my knife, and I realized, one second after I had started to speak, that a wire was at my throat.Very slim, near invisible. A hidden weapon.From his watch, he had pulled a string, but if he had used it, both of us would have died. No doubt.But that didn’t faze me. It was a situation I had encountered often enough.“Yes…I look forward to that,” he rumbled, the smile still on.His hand reached for Jay and headbutted him. He dodged it smoothly. Too smoothly.I stared at him as he backed away, then grinned and left.He didn’t talk to his guards, didn’t so much as

Leon Ralis strolled in and sat across from me, crossing his long, toned legs. He was dressed in a polo shirt and short shorts.What he had come to this place for, I didn’t care to imagine, but his manner was very different from what I had seen that day with Jay. He looked like he was flaunting himself, a peacock, vying for attention.My boys had confirmed he was here on a business trip. Some deal with some auctioneers and then some sponsors for some support group. Nothing of that explained this location, or his near 180-degree transformation.He was up to something in Brussels, or in this hotel, and I didn’t want to get in the middle of anything this fucker was into.I need to get this done and get the fuck out of this place. In fact, this entire fucking country, I reflected as I watched the reptile.I knew it. Implicitly.He stared at me, a small smile on his lips.“Leave Jayden alone,” I rumbled, refocusing on my task, pull

Information was my business. My currency. I used it more than I used my body, and that was a whole fucking bunch.I sold it, battered with it, threatened with it. Then, after I got used to the market, I negotiated with it, traded with it, and stored it.How Leon’s name never came up with Sir Sinclair still enraged me. But it had served to put me on guard. For my people to have missed such a detail meant two things. First, it implied that in the public domain, nobody knew Leon Ralis was Sir Sinclair’s son. Or, if they did, their names were never mentioned together.Second, Leon was a ghost.I wasn’t so confident about the first option. Sir Sinclair was a big fish in the country. He could not have a son, an heir, that no one spoke of, which meant Leon was a ghost.And that smelled of trouble.But I had ignored it. His showing up out of nowhere had thrown me for a loop, but I got my sister on it once I had calmed a bit, that same day. Then, Mar

I went to my room and shut the door. I lay down, I let him hear it.“Jayden,” he rasped.He was still on the line; he wasn’t running. That was good. I was on the right track.“Hold on,” I whispered. I zipped down, placing the phone close to my crotch.I put the phone back to my ear, and I knew it was working.I gasped, accidentally, but at this point, it didn’t matter. “And when I apologize,” I droned, my free hand on my cock, my voice low and slow, “I could have you on your knees, in front of me,” I teased, taking it slow since I wasn’t sure what he was into and didn’t want to put my foot in my mouth.His breathing got more ragged. He was still with me. I pushed forward.“Let you feel me up. Then, slide inside you.”His breath hitched.“All the way. As deep as I can. Fill you up, over and over, until you –”“Goddammit!” he cursed and hung up.I smiled as I felt the wetness on my hand. I had cum already. Bu

But that wasn’t the case. Jade had grown lethargic. He had lost weight. His face, his skin, were grey and dry.He wasn’t smooth and fresh anymore. He was wasting away, and wasting my time.I had lost interest. I wanted him gone. But my Jade wasn’t the type you just threw out. If I did that, he would never leave. He needed to be gone, by his own choice.So, I left him to himself. Let him wander around until he had no option but to enter my space. My room. Where no one was allowed. To try to find a clue to where I had gone or what I was doing. Or simply to hump my clothes. It didn’t matter. But that was the only connection I gave him to me.I had moved everyone out of the flat. He was alone. Day and night.Finally, he did it. He entered my room. It had taken three weeks, and I was getting bored with the whole thing. So much so that I had almost missed the opportunity, but my phone buzzed, and I knew the game was on.I pressed a button from whe