The party ended quickly after that. Alden left after one drink and, afterwards, since the apparent draw of the evening was gone, all of the rest of the guests began to filter out as well.As I watched them all leave – none saying a word to me, though they certainly looked me – I wondered about the p
A few horrible minutes pass when I consider what the hell will happen to me if people discover the Mafia Boss’s dead body in my room. But, during those minutes, Kent’s breath softens. The horrible, crinkled look of pain disappears and his face takes on its normal lines. He’s still sweaty and exhaus
The next morning, Kent is working in his office when a knock comes at the door.“Come in,” he calls, hardly paying attention. The door creeks open but no one says anything. Annoyed, Kent looks up, ready to tell whatever captain or guard was coming to report to get on with it and stop wasting his ti
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sitting on the edge next to her. “Are you alright?”“I’m fine,” she murmurs, looking around. The room is tastefully decorated in shades of brown and green that match Daniel’s eyes, but there’s very little personal decoration – not much that seems like Daniel himself has chos
Fiona pants, her mouth open and her eyes closed, as she and Kent finish in his office. She’s straddling him in his chair, her black silk panties discarded on the floor.Kent breathes hard too, on hand wrapped in her hair, the other pressed against her lower back. Slowly, she raises herself off of h
Kent looks down at me with a withering look. I work hard to keep my face straight, but I feel so terribly awkward that I open my mouth to say something else – anything else -Daniel saves me. He links elbows with me and pulls me closer. “My mom died when I was young,” he says casually. “Her marriage
“Come on, baby Fay,” she says with a smile. “Let’s go have a drink.”I shrug, not hating the idea, and let Fiona help me out of the wedding gown. After I change, I follow her through the kitchen and out into a beautiful little garden I didn’t know was here. “Oh wow,” I say, looking around. “It’s be
“Kent doesn’t use this place anymore,” she says, “but I organized it a while ago. I thought it was better like this than everything just in boxes. This way if he needs to look through anything, he’s got a place to sit.”“He’s lucky to have your help,” I murmur, looking around. “That’s all old famil