33. Chapter 33
Chapter 33
Drakos
Misty looked up when I walked by her desk that morning. “Oh, my God! How’s Sylvie doing? We heard about that biker guy trying to kidnap her. I just saw her but didn’t get to ask.” Misty wore a short, sparkly purple dress that matched the highlights in her hair and screamed many things, but “preeminent law firm” was unfortunately not among them.
I slowed to a stop and tilted my head. “You just saw Sylvie? Where?”
“Here. She was with Milo parked out on the curb. They were picking up Xander when I walked in.”
I stared down at her. “You’re saying earlier this morning Xander walked out, got into Milo’s vehicle, and Sylvie was inside?”
Misty blinked up at me and put her hand under her chin. Her long, sharp purple nails appeared to have faux diamonds on them. “Yeah. Sasha says Sylvie’s really good on the pole now—like freakishly good. The security staff and custodians at Euphoria all agree. You should go watch her practice.” She gave me a cheeky grin. I honestly couldn’t tell if she was trying to get under my skin, or was really that clueless.
“Misty, how exactly would the staff at Euphoria know what Sylvie looks like when she’s… on the pole?”
She grinned. “They like to watch her lessons. A few even come in early on Wednesdays so they don’t miss it.” She glanced over her shoulder and leaned in, lowering her voice. “Luna isn’t a great dancer, but they both have rockin’ bodies. Sylvie’s a natural, though. She could make so much money, and have a sick following on a Fans Only account if she wanted to.”
I nodded absently and pulled out my phone as I strode into my office. My life suddenly felt out of control. What the hell was Sylvie up to now? First, I texted Milo.
Drakos: Where the fuck is Sylvie, and why is Xander with her?
Milo: You don’t pay me enough to answer that
I stared down at my phone, wondering what the hell he was talking about.
Drakos: We pay you over three times what you made at the FBI
Milo: Exactly. Not enough
I texted Sylvie next.
Drakos: What are you up to, Lollipop?
Sylvie: Good morning, Satan
Drakos: Why doesn’t Milo want to tell me where you’re at?
She didn’t answer for several minutes, and when her next text came through, I stared down at my phone, trying to figure out what she meant.
Sylvie: I’m multitasking
By that time, I wanted to bang my head against the wall.
Drakos: What in the actual fuck does that mean?
Sylvie: It means I can read your texts, evade giving you a straight answer, and then ignore you while I take care of what I need to. Let’s go to Luigi’s for dinner tonight
I texted Xander next.
Drakos: Where are you?
Xander: Out
Drakos: Who are you with?
Xander: People
Drakos: When you get back to the office, we’re going to have a long talk, and you’ll answer in more than one-word sentences
The bastard sent me a fucking thumbs-up emoji. For the next hour, I read the same contract three times without absorbing anything.
When I finally admitted defeat, I looked up to see Xander standing in my doorway. Sitting back, I glared at him. “Where have you been, and what were you doing with my fiancée this morning?”
His lips twitched. Xander rarely smiled, so I knew he was enjoying my annoyance. “She asked me to run an errand with her. I was curious, so I went.”
I made an impatient motion with my hand. “So? Where did you go?”
“Wedding shoe shopping.”
I stared at him. “ And ?”
He leaned against the doorframe. “Before that, we stopped off at the OutKast clubhouse.”
My stomach dropped, and I pushed my chair out. “That woman is going to be the death of me.”
Ivan appeared next to Xander. “I watched Sylvie drag you and Diego into OutKast this morning, but you guys went out to the gazebo so I couldn’t eavesdrop. What the fuck happened?”
I turned and glared at him. “You knew they went to OutKast, and you didn’t fucking tell me ?” I yelled.
Ivan’s eyebrows went up. “Milo was with them, so I thought you knew. I think our women are wearing him down. We might need to give him another assignment.”
Standing, I ripped off my Hermes silk tie and yanked off my jacket. Then I started pacing.
Roman walked by my office, glancing inside. He did a double-take and stopped at my door, eyeing us carefully. “What’s going on?”
Ivan turned to him. “What makes you think something is going on?”
Roman pointed to me. “I’ve never seen him take his jacket and tie off in the office before.”
I faced him. “Sylvie, Diego, and Xander went on a little field trip today. Would you like to know where they went?”
“Not particularly.”
I ignored him. “To the OutKast compound, and Milo knew about it but didn’t say shit.”
“Ah,” Roman murmured, his lips twisting as if trying not the smile.
Xander studied me. “Sylvie wanted to talk to the Grolier brothers in person.”
I rubbed my sternum, worry and reluctant admiration coursing through me. It was a strange feeling being consumed by a woman and worried out of my mind about her, yet admiring her cunning and independence. Sylvie was only submissive in bed—which turned me the fuck on—but I knew if I kept trying to control her outside the bedroom, I’d lose her. Reluctantly, I admitted to myself that I didn’t want to control her. Sighing loudly, I collapsed in my chair. Fuck, my grandfather was right.
“She also told Axel she wanted to marry you and have your kids someday,” Xander finished.
Satisfaction and happiness bubbled inside, but the look on his face made me wary. “Why would she tell Axel Grolier something like that?”
“Because he wants her on the back of his bike.” Xander gave me a full-fledged grin. It was so unusual to see him smile, it took me a moment to process what he’d said.
Ivan chuckled and turned to me. “I’m not surprised. I saw her neutralize that woman with a fucking chair on the video feed.”
“What are you talking about? She’s going to give me a heart attack. I’m not getting anything done here, let’s see the video.” I pointed toward his office, and we all headed down the hall.
Early that evening when she walked into the garage, I stood at the work counter, sipping whiskey and eyeing my car. She stopped short and studied me carefully.
“Hello, Killer. I hear you had quite a day, wedding shoe shopping. ”
“Hey, Beelzebub. You look angry, so I assume you talked to Xander.”
Taking another sip of whiskey, I studied her dimples and gorgeous, innocent-looking face. She never failed to heat my blood. The woman needed a good, hard spanking and a nice, prolonged edging session, and I wanted her to enjoy it as much as I would.
I nodded slowly. “I did. And Milo too.”
She swiped her tongue across her teeth. “Don’t blame them. I tricked them both into coming with me.”
I grinned mirthlessly. “Was having Axel Fucking Grolier tell you he wants you on the back of his bike part of your plan?”
She tilted her head and studied me. “Are you angrier about me going to OutKast, or Axel flirting with me?”
Setting my whiskey tumbler down, I slowly stalked her. “When a biker tells you he wants you on the back of his bike, he isn’t just flirting, Lollipop. He’s telling you he wants to own and fuck you—hard and often. Then there was Marlowe.”
She pointed her finger in my face. “You, of all people, don’t get to be jealous, and I didn’t start anything with either of those men. You’ve also conveniently forgotten what Marlowe told me about you and The Emporium. Oh, and the two women who dropped by for a little Sunday afternoon delight. Then there’s Julia Schatzman gleefully informing me about you whipping a woman’s pierced nipples and pussy before you fucked her in the ass while Roman took her mouth.”
Her chest heaved and her neck and face were flushed a beautiful pink hue. Hot lust mixed with my anger, and I grasped her pointing finger, stepped into her space, and walked her back against the car. “Are you upset I haven’t whipped your tits and pussy, or fucked you in the ass yet?”
Her pupils blew out, and her face scrunched up. It was utterly fascinating to see her temper and desire explode this close. Her other hand came around and grabbed my hair, then she pulled my head down and kissed me hard.
“Fuuck,” I hissed into her mouth as she bit my bottom lip. Leaning her back against the hood of my car, I kneed her thighs apart, and kissed the temper right out of her as I ground into her center.
This woman made me lose all self-control, she got into my brain and under my skin like no one else, and I did want to spank her beautiful breasts and fuck that lush ass.
Sylvie ripped her mouth away and sucked in air like she’d been running a hundred-meter dash.
I nuzzled the side of her neck, and bit down on her uninjured tendon. “We’re going ring shopping today, and I’m warning you now. I want something that makes a big fucking statement.”
“Fine,” she snapped back. “Now hate-fuck me on your car, and I want it rough and deep.”
I grinned evilly down at her and grasped her throat, but she grabbed my wrist.
“One more thing. I just decided where I want my bachelorette party—at The Emporium.”