Chapter Eleven
Lorelei
W e’ve been watching the news, waiting for the cops to show up.
Cameron expressed that we would make a statement in the morning, and were taking the evening to process things.
Mom and Dad are here with us, and we are all sitting in the living room of Remington’s house.
It’s the only property between all of us that is gated, so it will keep people away from me.
It’s not stopping them from being at the gate, though.
I am curled up in Remy’s lap when Cam sighs. “Cops at the gate,” he says.
“I’m going to jail,” I say tearfully.
“No, you’re not,” Dad says as he sits on the ottoman in front of me. “Look at me.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy,” I say as I choke back tears. I sit up and face him, letting him take my hands.
“I will never judge you for the things that you decide to do. Your mother and I love you no matter what, you understand that, right?”
“Yes,” I sniff.
“Rob Lasson was arrested and is being charged with fifteen counts of human trafficking. They officially arrested him about an hour ago,” Dad says gently. “None of the girls were arrested.”
“I don’t want to lie,” I say.
“Baby, you have to,” Dad says. “If you go against what the other girls said, you’ll all go to jail.”
“Okay,” I sniff. There is a knock at the door, and Cam answers it.
“I am Detective Ross Yotes. Is Lorelei here?” he asks.
“Yeah,” Cam says, stepping out of the way. The man walks in and I don’t look up at him as my dad moves to the other couch.
“I am Detective…”
“I heard,” I say.
“Then you know why I am here,” he says.
“Because of the club,” I say quietly.
“Yes, ma’am. Can you tell me about your boss, Rob?” he asks.
“He, uh…” I say as I start to cry. I don’t want to lie, even if he wants me to. “I didn’t have a choice…”
“He made you take clients to the back room?” Defective Yotes asks, and I nod as tears roll down my cheeks. “What about the claims of blackmail?”
“Cameron and Remington didn’t know about any of that until now,” I say, wiping my face. “No one ever blackmailed anyone. Matthew Hernandez tried to blackmail me, though. He wanted ten million to not say anything.”
“So, he pursued you?” he asks, and I nod.
“Am I in trouble?”
“No. Mr. Lasson has admitted to this and the other girls at the club, too,” he says.
“Then why are you here?” I ask with a frown.
“Just doing the due diligence of checking in with you, considering everything going on in the media,” he says. “Tell me about your time there.”
“Is this necessary?” Dad asks? “She’s been through enough as it is.”
“I’ll just ask this then,” the detective says. “Did Rob Lasson ever rape you or force you to do anything of a sexual nature with him?”
“No,” I say quietly.
“Okay,” he says. “Here in a few days, we need to sit down and do a full statement. Okay?”
“She’ll be there,” Dad says simply.
“If you need anything in the meantime…”
“I have my family,” I interrupt. He nods and looks at me for a moment. “Remy, I’m exhausted. Can we go to bed?”
“Yeah, sweetie,” Remy says, softly kissing me. “Go on up, and I’ll see them out. I’ll bring us up something to eat.”
“Okay,” I say before looking at my family. “Thank you all for coming. Truly… Your support means so much.”
“Of course,” Cam says. “Tris and I will come over in the morning, and we can all ride together.”
“Are you planning on making a statement in the morning?” the detective asks Cam and Remy.
“We are. We wanted to have the evening to let her relax before we have to deal with everything at the office,” Remy says.
“I will come as well, so we can make sure she is safe. It is unknown if he was working for anyone,” the detective says.
“Night, everyone,” I say.
I all but run away, trying to escape. Trying to breathe.
I get upstairs and go to the master bedroom.
I’ve been here so many times, so I know where everything is.
I go to the bathroom and strip off my clothes after turning the shower on.
I close my eyes and focus on breathing. When the water is scalding hot, I step in, and it takes my breath away as it burns my skin.
I am nearly panting, trying to breathe through the searing pain. It makes me feel more alive than anything else ever has. I don’t know why I do this, but it is so goddamn soothing.
“Woah. None of that,” Remy says as he suddenly flips the water to cold. I try to escape, but he wraps his arms around my body and forces me to stay under the water as it turns ice cold.
“Stop,” I yell at him. “It’s cold. Remy!”
“Shhh. Breathe with me, Little Fawn,” he murmurs, holding me against his chest. I am gasping for air, trying to force oxygen back into my lungs after the frigid water stole it.
“There you go. Good girl. Just breathe.” It takes me way too long to realize that I am hysterically crying.
How long have I been sobbing? I was so out of it, standing under the hot water.
When I calm down, he shuts the water off and lets me turn to hug him.
“I’m sorry,” I sniffle.
“You have done nothing wrong, Lorelei,” he says, lifting my chin.
“But the company…”
“I don’t give a fuck about the company, baby. I care about you. We will stand by your side while that place crumbles behind us,” he says softly.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“We will do the talking. Don’t hold back any emotion; just stand with us and we will handle the rest,” he says.
“What about Matthew?” I ask.
“You keep your head held high, and you do your job. You are damn good at what you do, so just focus on that,” he says. “Nothing will change. You will keep the same responsibilities.”
“What about the board?”
“Don’t worry about that. We will have a meeting after the press conference, but again, we will handle it,” he says. “Let’s get out and lie down.”
We get out, and Remy dries me off before he takes me into the room. Instead of getting dressed, he has me get into bed before leaving the room. When he gets back, he is grinning.
“What?” I ask. He sets a bag in front of me, and I gasp. “Did you…”
“Order hot wings so we can sit in bed and eat? Yes,” he says. “Cameron and Tris went and picked it up for us.”
“I never imagined I’d be eating hot wings while naked in your bed,” I say.
“As long as we don’t follow this up with a blow job,” he laughs, handing me napkins. We sit with our backs against the headboard and the blanket over our laps. He got me the hottest wings they sell, but he has sweet barbeque. He has never handled hot food well, but I love it.
My favorite memory of us is this right here, only I was dressed.
When I needed to escape, we would sit in his bed, eat hot wings, watch movies, and I would eventually fall asleep.
It has always been our thing since I was young.
Even four years older, Remy and Cam have always been like best friends to me.
“Want to try one?” I ask Remy. He laughs, but doesn’t say no. “They aren’t that hot.”
“You are part demon. It’s not hot if the hellfire burns within you,” he teases. I clean my hands with napkins before I move his empty food container. He laughs again when I throw the covers off him so I can climb into his lap to straddle him.
“Kiss me,” I say sweetly. He gently holds my face and presses his lips against mine. As we got lost in our kiss, he groans when he can taste the spice that lingers on my tongue. When I pull away, I laugh when he is in visible pain. “Try one, Remy.”
“Kissing you shouldn’t be painful,” he says, squeezing my hips.
“Eat the last one, and then you can fuck me,” I say with a grin.
“I might actually hurt you if I fuck you while in pain.” He laughs.
“That’s the idea,” I tell him with a sweet smile.
I lean over and grab a napkin so I can pick up my last wing.
He narrows his eyes, but opens his mouth to let me feed it to him.
He takes the entire flat piece in his mouth, and I slowly pull it out as he cleans it down to the bone.
At the same time, I lower myself on his cock, and he groans.
As he chews, I toss the bone and napkin into the container and push it off to the side.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” he pants after swallowing the food. “Oh my God, Lori. You’re trying to kill me.”
“Give me the pain, Remy. I promise I can take it,” I say before kissing him.
He immediately moves me so I am on my belly across the bed before pulling me up to my knees.
When he surges into me, he instantly finds a speed and depth that makes me scream.
He is absolutely ruthless about the way he pounds into me.
I get to a point where my belly is aching, and I try to pull myself away to get him to stop pushing so deep.
“No,” he growls as he pulls my arms behind my back and holds them with one hand. His other tangles in my hair to pull my head back as he drives in deeper.
“It hurts,” I moan.
“Good,” he growls at me again. “Fucking come for me. Show me how much you love the way I fuck this tight little cunt.”
My body is trembling and shaking as my orgasm rips through me, yet he still offers no reprieve.
I’m trying to straighten my body in hopes that he won’t be able to push as deep as he is, but he simply releases my arms to get a tight hold on my hips.
I am clawing at the bed, trying to pull myself away as he rails into me.
He is yanking my hips back as he drives into me, making me cry out each time he bottoms out.
I don’t beg him to stop or say anything; I just come over and over again.
“Fuuuck, yes. Take my come, Little Fawn. Take every fucking drop,” he groans as he explodes inside of me. We are both panting and gasping for air as we lie on the bed. An unknown amount of time passes before he rolls me onto my back. My body is still trembling, and tingles still cover my skin.
“I love you, Remington,” I say softly.
“I love you too, Lorelei,” he says with a sweet smile before gently kissing me.