15. Chapter 14
Chapter 14
Marcus
I glance out the window, getting lost in the world outside. There are people walking around, talking to friends and strangers, smiling like they don't have a care in the world. It's hard not to envy them. I only allow myself a taste of happiness these days in small doses at a time, because I won't be able to handle going from a hundred to zero in a matter of minutes the way I did in the past. I've held those same smiles before, with a future filled with hopes and promises. I press my nose into the glass, gripping onto the windowsill, suddenly feeling trapped.
"Long day already? It's only morning. At least wait until the afternoon before you start escaping out of windows."
My heart skips a beat at the sound of the deep, raspy voice behind me. I don't have to turn around to spot his exhaustion. His words come out lazier and more strained than usual. Instead of moving away, I allow myself to be trapped between the glass and him. Miguel slides his fingers down my side, pressing kisses to the back of my neck.
"Didn't I say to come in the afternoon?"
"Did you? I don't recall." His hand moves to the front of my slacks, groping my cock. "I guess I missed you too much."
"Wish I could say the same. You can stop touching me now."
"I didn't realize the no touching ban extended to the next day."
I shove him away, walking toward my chair. "If you want to remain in this office, you'll stop talking."
"So we are doing another repeat of last night. How do you want me, precious? Kneeling beside your desk, with my hands behind my back? We can use that vibrant tie of yours to keep me restrained."
"I'd prefer you better on the far opposite side of the room with a gag in your mouth."
He laughs, taking a seat in the chair on the other side of my desk. Crossing his legs, he looks up at me with knitted brows. "So tell me, exactly how do you plan to handle our current problem?" He's wearing another obnoxiously bright suit, making himself stick out like a sore thumb. It's almost like he wants everyone to know where he is at all times.
"Which one?"
He rolls his eyes. "The one that wants us both dead."
"Ah that one. Well Mr. Williams was kept alive long enough to contact a few of his friends, letting them know he's alive and well. Apparently he's supposed to meet up with two of them after they finish their last brass delivery. Carlos is waiting for them at the exact location that was disclosed in the message, and you will be coming with me to one of our other club locations."
"Is this your way of asking me out on a date? There's no need to beat around the bush at this point."
I lean over the desk, clenching my fists. "You wish. You will be helping me interfere with the last drop off. They plan on shooting up the whole place, the same way they did my other club. They won't be succeeding this time."
He stands up, straightening his suit. "No, they won't, not with you and me there."
"First thing first, you need to change out of that horrible suit. You look like Barney. I was waiting for you to walk in here singing the 'I Love You' song. I don't know if I should shoot you or give you a hug."
He stares down at his plum covered body, squinting his eyes. "You have a problem with the way I dress?"
"You might as well be waving around a giant flag walking around in that outfit."
"I think someone is jealous of my wardrobe being better than his. You might find yourself smiling more if you weren't constantly walking around in dark colors all the time."
I sneer. "You either change, or I'll get someone else to come with me instead and I might even take a picture of him fucking me after all of Ivan's goons are dead. You look like you can use more photos for your collection anyway."
His jaw tightens. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
"I'm not trying to be. I have a suit you can borrow in my office closet. You can hide that hideous excuse for clothing far in the back."
He cocks his head, staring at the direction I'm pointing in. "Sounds like someone is just trying to get me naked again."
I huff, waving him off. "You and I both know I don't have to try." My intentions weren't to have Miguel stripping naked in my office, but it's definitely not something unwanted.
He pulls off his jacket and unbuttons his pants. His cheeky grin tells me he knows I'm watching. His slacks fall to the floor when they are fully unzipped. He isn't wearing any underwear and I can't stop myself from licking my lips at the sight of his growing erection. His eyes darken with arousal as he steps out of his pants, his chest puffing out with pride. No one should be allowed to have this much power over another person. The urge to lap at the precum from his slit is overwhelming, sending a surge of excitement inside me.
"See something you like?"
I turn away, facing the back wall. "It doesn't take that long to put on a suit."
"You should come show me how to do it correctly then."
"I'm going to get some work done, try not to make too much noise."
He buttons his jacket, already looking too much like someone else. The bright suits are more fitting. Not only do they match his colorful personality, but they contrast well with his darker skin tone and pitch black hair. "How do I look?"
"Like a professional businessman."
"Sounds boring."
I sigh, collapsing in my chair and turning on my laptop. I go over a few numbers for the club and Miguel is standing in the same place as before, watching with intense eyes.
"You need to stop looking at me like that."
He walks closer, cocking his head. "Like what?"
I glare in his direction. "As if you want to have me for your next meal."
"I don't."
"No? Are you sure?" I arch a brow.
He licks his lips and lifts me up by my tie the minute he's close enough. "I'm sure." He swipes his tongue across my mouth. "Not just the next one would do. I'd rather feast on you every damn meal of the day."
I swallow so hard my Adam's apple bobs in my throat. "If I were you, I'd take a step back."
He laughs. "It's a good thing you aren't me then. I told you, I'm not going anywhere."
I reach inside my jacket, and my eyes widen when my gun isn't in my holster. "You..."
"Yes, me. Apparently, you aren't the only one who's good at easily catching someone off guard." He lifts my gun in the air, emptying the bullets onto the ground.
"More proof we aren't right for each other," I huff. "We are each other's own fucking weakness."
"Or maybe it means the opposite. I don't think it's ever an issue when it's us against the world."
Us .
My throat goes dry and the simple word replays over and over in my head. We haven't been an us in a long time. "You and I are only working together this once and as soon as this is over, you will go back home and I will stay here."
He releases me and takes a step back. "Okay, but just know whenever you want me here, I'll quickly drop everything and come flying."
My breath quickens. "You mean once or twice until it becomes an inconvenience?" It's probably why he didn't fight harder for me the first time; I was no longer worth the hassle.
He strokes my cheek, holding my gaze with his. "No, more like every damn time."
Miguel exits my office, not saying another word. While he's gone, I answer some emails I'm late responding to. It's difficult to concentrate with his presence still filling the room. He's no longer sharing the same space as me, but his scent hangs heavy in the air.
I release a long sigh, forcing myself to dive back into my work. The drug business hasn't been moving smoothly with everything else being at stake. There are a few angry clients blowing up my inbox, wondering when they'll get their product. Their customers would start going somewhere else for their fix if I don't provide them with what they need soon.
I recently had to look into a few new suppliers in the area before getting in contact with Angel. Miguel got his drugs from a few local growers and never thought to consider my son which makes the stuff I provide different from his. The office door opens as I'm on my last email for the day.
Miguel grins my way, leaning against the frame. "Ready to go blow shit up?"
I slam my computer closed and stand up from my desk. "Always."