This was nothing like the day we met when she was trying to convince me to give her a second chance to work at Inferno. She was timid back then, trying not to come off as too obnoxious. Not this time. This time she was bringing out all her moves and tricks like she was on a mission. She locked her gaze on mine as she gyrated her hips her hands slowly caressing her skin. She tugged the hem of her crop top and pulled it all the way off her body in one long seductive move. Then she pulled her hair out of the bun atop her head and let it tumble down her body in soft, black waves. If I thought her bra from the night before was the most seductive she could ever wear, I was wrong. Today’s choice was more modest but the sight of the black material contrasting her creamy boobs was the most erotic thing I had ever seen. My cock was straining against my pants and she hadn’t laid a finger on me. She flipped her hair to her back and sashayed her way to me, stopping merely a few feet away. She h
AngelicaI knew this was a bad idea. Curtis was scrutinizing the divorce papers with way too much caution. I spoke up before he could start asking questions. “I added some alimony for me. Do you mind?”He flipped the pages and got to the clause about our alimony arrangement, which made him dart his gaze back to me in displeasure. “Half a million? Do you think marrying me is worth that little?”I didn’t. I had calculated the best amount that would make it seem like I didn’t care about his money and the clause about alimony was merely a way to keep Maverick out of our business. Even though it wouldn’t matter how soon we divorced after Curtis met the requirements to inherit his grandfather’s estate, we couldn’t put it past Maverick to sue us for fraud if he thought our divorce was too convenient to be true.But all of this was a decoy. I was not being thoughtful and covering all the bases. I was keeping Curtis’s attention glued to the divorce papers so he wouldn’t remember what he reall
“What happened last night? My head feels like shit.” I pressed my fingers against my temples and squinted. At least that part was true. I had never gotten used to The Viper’s extra special treats. They always left me feeling like my brain had been passed through a mincer.Curtis poured a glass of water and brought it to me, then poured himself one as well. “I’m going to get us painkillers. Do you need anything else while I’m out?”I shook my head. At least he had torn his attention off the divorce papers. When he left the room, I slumped back on the couch and once again let the stupid thoughts get to me.If I told Curtis the truth now and he invalidated the will, would The Viper still kill him?Would it fly if I offered to be the one to end his life and then stalled incessantly by letting my plans fail every time?A thought crossed my mind. If The Viper was confident I would be able to pull it off, he might go after Curtis now that he had left the room on his own. For the first time,
Eloise Dalton For years, I had a recurring dream. It wouldn’t always be the exact same one. Sometimes I would be kidnapped, sometimes I would be stuck in a burning building or I’d be drowning. Most of the time, I would be trapped in a tiny room of a place I had assumed for years must be some kind of temple or cathedral. It always felt eerily realistic with the walls crumbling around me and explosions blasting in the distance. Every time, no matter what form my dream took, an older boy would pick me up and save me, and then he would tell me to wait for him—then I’d wake up. My therapist thought I must have experienced something traumatic as a child which I was yet to heal from, and it would explain why all these dreams had the same ending. I almost believed her until I realized every time in my dream, the boy would call me Hyacinth. Familiar as it sounded, that was not my name. I was pretty certain my name was Lyra even though my foster parents had preferred to pretend I didn’t kno
Curtis Giancarlo was back in Silverwood but I was lucky to get hold of him before he tried to make a run for it. He was packing his bags when I showed up at his apartment and as expected, he looked like he wanted to bolt away. “Curtis, there you are. I was about to come find you.” He forced a laugh. That was bullshit. He was trying to make a run for it. “Going somewhere?” I eyed his suitcase. “You will never believe it. Samantha asked me out.” He sat down when he realized that didn’t explain the bag. “I’m taking her out for a three day vacation in Ospitan Islands. You shouldn’t have a problem with that because you just came back from your own vacation.” That wasn’t what I was surprised about. “Samantha asked you out?” “Of course she did. Have you met me? I’m every woman’s dream.” He exaggerated, but he was having a hard time believing it himself. Samantha had never explicitly told him off but she had always ignored him. Yet out of the blue, she had asked him out? “You were righ
Angelica "Did you have a good time on your vacation?" Klara asked. We had met up for another session. Once again, I had chosen a time when Curtis was too busy to think about where I was and what I was doing. "It was great. More than great, actually. I haven't had so much fun in my life." I admitted. For the first time, I was telling her the truth. For years, I always felt a part of me was missing. For the first time, I hadn't felt that emptiness for an entire day. I thought back to the time we spent at the arcade on our last night in Arcron. We played all sorts of games including a racing game I thought would be too childish. It was unbelievable how much fun we ended up having. Curtis won every time, except the one time he knocked his racing car against the rail and couldn't catch up with me before I won. That was his cue to propose an actual race. We were not at all prepared, being in a different city, but we could improvise. We stole bikes from a restaurant's parking lot and ra
Curtis “What do you mean Meghan’s ring finger was cut off?” I asked as soon as I arrived at Inferno. Heston was waiting for me in my office. He placed a picture on my desk. Although I already knew the murder would be a gruesome sight, I still couldn’t get over it. Heston had taken a picture of her ring finger. The remaining part still had her diamond ring on it. “How did you get this?” I asked. Something wasn’t right. “She was found in the poker ring.” He explained. I didn’t immediately register what he was talking about. “Right here in Inferno?” I didn’t need his answer. Fuck. This was calculated. The target wasn’t Meghan. It was me. She had merely lost her life to serve as an accessory to an attack against me. Everyone knew how stiff my relationship with her was. It was nothing like with Klara. While Klara and I seemed to hate each other to the core, I would take a bullet for her without second thought and so would she. Meghan, on the other hand, might as well be my enem
“Where did this come from?” I asked. I already knew what it was. It couldn’t be a coincidence that the day Meghan’s body was found with a missing finger is the same day my wife found a severed finger. “It was in my room. On my bed.” She swallowed. “I think it was meant for me.” That would perfectly alight with Heston’s suspicion. Once Meghan was reported missing, Angelica would find her severed finger and probably scream about it. That’s how everyone would hear the tale of me killing my sister and keeping her finger as s souvenir—as if I was interested in the ring finger of a woman I didn’t care about. The media would be overjoyed to publish twisted stories about it anyway. They had cornered me when I left the police headquarters and I had to give them some crumbs and evade them on my way home and there weren’t even any juicy details about it yet. If word of this got out in the wrong way, I would be toast.I pulled her to her feet and hugged her. “Are you okay?” She didn’t need to