How May I Please You (The Darkest Kink #2) (The Darkest Kink Duet)

Chapter 8

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“Good morning, Little One.”

“Good morning, Sir,” Journey replies as she steps into the kitchen with her nose in the air, making a show out of sniffing while wearing a cute little grin on her face. “Something smells good in here.”

“I made you breakfast,” I say at the exact moment that I spin around and show her the plate of food in my hand containing bacon, eggs, avocado toast, and hashbrown.

“Aww, Evan you didn”t have to,” she tells me, but I can see the gratitude etched in her face.

“Right, but I wanted to. You made me so proud last night. I just wanted to do a little something for you. No big deal. Come on, it’s already getting late so let’s hurry up and eat before we have to go.”

Journey finishes the final buttons on her shirt before leaning in to kiss me and taking the plate. As she goes into the dining area to sit down, I grab my plate and two cups of orange juice for us and follow her lead.

We eat without saying much. Admittedly, my mind is on how fucking perfect last night was. Memories of how incredible Journey looked with her ass in the air and her handcuffs chained to her butt plug pop in and out of my mind in vivid, graphic detail, and I can barely think of anything else. After work tonight, I wouldn”t mind seeing what other boundaries I can push her to.

By the time I’m almost finished scarfing down my food, I find myself glancing at her hands as she lifts the fork to her mouth. Her arms are covered by the sleeves of her shirt, but I can still see the scratches and bruises on both of her hands. My body warms with the thought of what she must have gone through to get those marks on her and it makes me furious. I don”t let it show on my face, but I have half a mind to make a call to the precinct and get info on the guy she arrested last night. I wonder if he’s getting out on bail. If so, when? I told Journey I would let it go, but that’s the last thing I want to do. I don”t want to let go. I want to grab on tight enough to cut off the oxygen to his brain for what he did to my Journey.

How easy it would be to bury another body beside Sierra.

As much as it pains me, I push my boiling hot anger down into my stomach as we finish eating and start to get up from the table. I take both plates to the kitchen so that Journey doesn”t have to lift a finger, and wash them off followed by the cups. I place everything in the dishwasher and start a pot of coffee we can both pour from before we head out, and just as the coffee finishes brewing, my phone rings in my pocket.

I frown at my screen as I see Trey’s name written across it, because I’m about to be on my way to the job site and I’ll actually show up ten or fifteen minutes early rather than late. So why would he be calling me right before we go in?

I place the phone on speaker and set it down on the counter so I can pour Journey’s coffee for her before pouring my own. I grab her travel mug just before I say, “Hey, what’s up, Trey? Not used to hearing from you this early. You calling in sick?”

Trey chuckles, and even from just that short sound I can tell something is wrong.

“I wish I was calling in sick, but something just came up that has me confused,” he says, his voice quickly turning serious.

“Yeah? What’s up?” I ask as I hand Journey her travel mug and grab mine.

“Umm … how did things go yesterday with the new girl?” Trey asks.

I shrug even though he can’t see me. “It was fine, I guess. Nothing spectacular and nothing detrimental to the crew. Why?”

“Well, the reason I ask is because … she just quit.”

My eyes widen. I turn to Journey, expecting her to be just as surprised as I am, but she has her back to me as she puts the top onto her travel mug.

“She quit? When?” I inquire.

“Just now,” Trey answers. “I’m up here at the main office getting ready to head to the job site, and Robin comes in wearing a big ass hat and oversized sunglasses like a fucking movie star diva who doesn”t want the paparazzi snapping her pictures.”

“What the fuck?”

“I know, right? But it gets weirder. She comes in and tells me she has to quit, and when I ask why, she says things just aren”t going to work out. Something about a toxic environment.”

“A toxic environment? Are you fucking kidding me?”

She has no idea how toxic it could”ve been. What would be more toxic than being strangled to death?

“That’s what I wanted to say, because I didn”t see anything going on yesterday that I thought would be a cause for concern. So I asked her to provide me with some details so I could figure out what to do and how we could resolve the issue, and she started stuttering and not saying anything that made sense. She couldn”t come up with anything at all, so I told her I couldn”t do anything to fix it if she wouldn”t tell me what happened. She replies, ‘You’re right, there’s nothing you can do to fix this. I just have to leave. I’m sorry, Trey,’ and starts to walk out.

“So I stop her at the door and ask if it had anything to do with you, since you were her craft lead. Bro, I swear to God, she runs her finger under her glasses to wipe away what look like falling tears, and I swear she has one eye that’s completely black, and the other is all swollen. I don”t say anything at first, but then I start to look closer and I can see these dark red marks on her neck like somebody tried to choke her out. The girl looks like she got jumped last night, but right as I’m about to ask her what the hell happened to her, she goes, ‘This has nothing to do with Evan, and pleasedon”t say anything to him about this. Please. I don”t want … fuck, I have to go.’ Then she jets out the door like I was chasing her with a fucking chainsaw. Can you believe that?”

“No, I can’t … at all,” I say, frowning so hard that it hurts my face. “I don”t understand, man. I barely spoke to her, so I don”t know why she’d get all weird when you mention my name. Dude, I swear nothing happened between her and me. I can ask Shawn if something happened with him since she was on his crew, but I was next to them virtually the entire shift and didn”t see anything go down. At the end of the day, she said bye to us and said she’d see us tomorrow, so I don”t know where this is coming from.”

“I don”t know either, bro,” Trey says. “Anyway, I know we’re getting ready to be at the site, but after it happened I was so confused that I needed to call and see if you knew anything. I didn”t know if something took place that I didn”t see, or if I needed to worry about her trying to pursue a lawsuit or something.”

“No way, man. I have no idea what she’s talking about.”

“Okay, I figured that much. Alright, no worries, bro. I’ll see you here in a bit.”

“Yeah, I’ll see you soon.”

The call ends and I place my hands on the counter, leaning against it for support with a frown on my face as Journey approaches me from behind. When I spin around to hug her, she doesn”t look the least bit surprised by the conversation.

“Did you hear that?” I ask, still bewildered.

“Yeah … that’s crazy,” she answers nonchalantly. “I don”t know what may have gotten into her, but you”re probably better off without her. It’ll all work out and be for the best, I’m sure. Anyway, I have to get going.”

She lifts herself up on the tips of her toes to kiss me quickly before spinning on her heel and heading for the garage. I stay stuck in a cloud of confusion as I force myself to pour my coffee, and just before she walks out of the door, Journey turns around.

“Hey,” she says. “Never forget that I love you.”

I force myself to smirk as I reply, “I know, Baby Girl. I love you, too.”

Journey grins, pausing to stare at me for a moment before turning around and walking out the door.