All Chapters of Kiss Me While He Watches: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

SOLAYNE I caught the smell of cigarette, which was a welcomed distraction. I went out to the balcony and found the dominating Domayne. Without any effort, the butterflies in my belly were back.He was shirtless, one hand braced on the railing, the other lifting a cigarette to his lips. Black pants sitting low on his waist, just structured enough to make the lines of him look like something sculpted on purpose. The dim balcony light fell across the planes of his back, and I watched the slow roll of his shoulder blade each time his arm moved.He was so perfect. So masculine.This guy was a walking daydream.I stood there for a couple of minutes simply watching him. Then, it occurred to me; there was no way he didn't know I was standing here. Unlike him, he hadn't tried to look at me."Hey." I moved to stand beside him, wrapping my hands around the railing.The evening air was cool against my skin.He turned his head and his eyes found mine, and my chest did something inconvenient.

MARSHALL He got into his car, not seeing me. It was impossible with my dark tinted windows.Solayne was wiping something off her cheek. What was it, tears?She walked back into the building, also not noticing me.My hand tightened around my steering wheel, an uneasy feeling settling at the back of my neck. Something was going on between those two, and whatever it was, it was enough to get Solayne really upset.That didn't sit well with me.But I didn't do anything.I waited until she was done with her meeting and called to know if I was here already. She met me in the car, trying and failing to act normal."Today has been super stressful. I just want to go home really." She avoided my gaze, her hands busy trying to fix the seat belt.If I hadn't seen her earlier, I'd have probably thought she was okay.Or maybe the redness in her eyes would've told me something was wrong.Still, I didn't say anything. Let myself sit quiet and drove us home.....Unlike her, she didn't bother to a

MARSHALL When he struggled to speak, I drove the blade into his upper arm before he got there.His cry grated at the ears."Make use of your head, not your mouth. Does anyone else have the video?"This time, he shook his head no.I clicked my tongue. "You are lying to me." I didn't know if he was. But I needed to make sure.I took the knife lower and the fear practically tripled in his eyes.His whimper told me I was doing everything right."So, I'm going to ask one last time. Who else has the video?"He shook his head frantically while muffling something I was pretty sure sounded like "Nobody! No one. I fucking swear."Good."And every piece of it is in these devices you have over here?" I pointed at his laptop and phones on the table.Again, he nodded desperately. Well, even if he was lying, a dead man had limited options for follow-through.I straightened and felt something settle in my chest; that particular stillness that came at the end of something that had needed doing."

SOLAYNE Unfortunately, no. Been trying to reach him since morning." He picked up his phone. "Don't know what is wrong with his line." He mumbled the last part.I watched him closely for a reaction. I wasn't always good with reading people, but for the first time, God I prayed to be smart enough to read his mood.Hold on; read what exactly? That he murdered Larson or not?Oh, Solayne! What was I even thinking? How on earth did I arrive at the suspicion that Marshall could be behind Larson's death? What was wrong with me?I covered my face with my palm, digging my fingers into my hair."Hey, you good? What's wrong?" His hand touched mine."It's Larson." I dropped my hand from my face. "He's dead."For the first time since I got the news, something very close to relief hit me. Suddenly, the headline felt real in a way it hadn't before.Larson was dead.Actually dead.I didn't have anyone blackmailing me anymore."The fuck?" Marshall was already scrolling rapidly on his phone, his br

MARSHALL It took everything I had to end the kiss. Though I didn't step away. I kept holding her, my hand in her hair, our faces so close all it would take was one more inch and our lips could be touching again.Her lids were heavy with something that made her impossible to look away from. And in that moment, I recited the words in my head; the ones I wished I could say to her.'I think I've done the very thing I warned you not to. I think my feelings betrayed me again and found someone worth having, despite the agreement we had. I'd hate it when this is over. I'd hate to see you go. Hate to lose you to another man who wouldn't know the first thing about making you come undone the way I do.'Her eyes searched mine, as if she could hear whispers of the words and was desperately looking for them. I got so close to confessing; so close that I said the first three words.Then, I stopped, catching myself in time.What if she didn't feel the same way? What if she turned me down like I