Chapter 6 Ocean
OCEAN
Kill him or let him breathe.
I slid one hand behind my head and rested the other on my chest, my eyes glued to the ceiling fan.
Decisions. Decisions.
But it wasn’t really that tough. I’d had a harder time choosing what flavor syrup I wanted on my pancakes.
Enzo’s fate was sealed the moment he tried to come at my brother wrong and caused a shootout that fucked up my club.
The only reason he was still alive was because of what went down with Jassi, which sent Eli to the top of my hit list instead.
But now, it was his turn.
I turned toward the wall, my thoughts shifting away from blood and back to Skye.
I couldn’t help but wonder what she was doing.
Had she managed to fall asleep yet?
My cell phone vibrated on the nightstand.
Given how late it was, and how many calls I’d already ignored, I knew exactly who it was.
“What’s up, Melina?” I said. “You good?”
“Yeah, but I’ve been trying to reach you. Did you not see my calls?”
“I did. Sorry about that. I was busy.”
“Busy doing what?”
I frowned, confused as to why she thought questioning me was an option.
“I mean, I was just worried,” she corrected. “It’s not like you to ignore my calls.”
Still stretched out on the bed, I slid my hand down my face, pleased that her tone had changed. “No worries. I’m good. I just had some things to handle.”
“Would any of those things involve Sanya?”
“And if it did?” I said, irritated that yet again we had landed in territory that wasn’t her fucking business.
Just like Melina, Sanya was an employee at my club, and yes, I was fucking her too. Was it in my best interest to be sticking my dick into two women who held down my business? Probably not. But one was for pleasure, and the other was for something else.
“I don’t know why you mess around with her. There’s no way she fucks you the way I do.”
You’re right, she fucks better.
“Relax, I wasn’t with her tonight. I had to handle some shit with my brother.”
Although my first thought was to put Melina in her place, I also wanted to keep her eating out of the palm of my hand. She was still useful to me.
“Oh, is everything okay? He and Nyx—”
“Everything’s fine,” I shot back before she could start asking more questions that I wasn’t going to answer.
“You sure?”
“Yep.”
“Well, in that case, my husband’s passed out drunk on the couch, which means he won’t be up until sometime tomorrow afternoon. If you want to meet up—”
“Not tonight. I’m pretty tired, and we have a lot to do at the club to finish getting things together for the reopening. I need to get some rest.”
She let out a disappointed sigh, which didn’t bother me one bit. But for the sake of the plan, I forced myself to play along.
“Don’t trip. When I get to the club tomorrow, I’ll snatch you up in front of Sanya and carry you to my office to dick you down.”
I could hear the excitement in her voice. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
“No need. You know I don’t say shit I don’t mean.”
“Oh, trust me, I know.”
“Good.”
Everything I’d just offered was childish as hell.
But that was the kind of shit Melina was on.
She loved thinking she was rubbing something in another woman’s face, and seeing as she didn’t like Sanya, this was the ultimate fuck you.
Little did she know, Sanya already knew the deal.
She knew that what I had going on with Melina was simply a small piece to a much bigger puzzle.
Sanya didn’t give a damn about who I was fucking and how I was fucking them as long as when it was her turn, she got my full attention.
She wasn’t the clingy type, and she probably had just as many females on her roster as I did.
Hell, she probably enjoyed screwing them more than she enjoyed screwing me.
Dick was her go-to when she got tired of pussy, and if she could get more than one at a time, she was always down.
But you would never think that when you saw her.
At first glance, she looked like an innocent woman just trying to manage the bar like she was hired to do.
But when the lights went down, she was a fucking freak and one of the best kind.
But outside of a good time between the sheets, Sanya and Melina weren’t my type. Sanya was smaller than what I usually went for and Melina…well, she was someone’s fucking wife. Despite what it seemed, I actually believed in the sanctity of marriage.
“Ocean, did you hear me?” Melina asked.
“Huh?”
“Do you know what time you’ll be in tomorrow?”
Before I could reply, a knock hit my door.
“Ocean, are you asleep?” Skye whispered.
Melina huffed. “Who is—”
I ended the call and tossed the phone back onto the nightstand.
“Nah, you good?” I called out toward the door.
Sighing, Skye pushed the door open and stepped into my room.
My brow lifted, the sight of her nipples stealing my attention as they poked against the loose fitting tank she’d grabbed from my drawer.
“I’m sorry to bother you. I just—”
“You’re not bothering me.” I sat up. “What’s wrong?”
“I can’t sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I just see somebody grabbing me. The shit is on replay in my head, and I can’t make it stop.”
“Come here,” I whispered. “I’ll make it stop.”
Eyes on me, she slipped her bottom lip between her teeth and walked toward my bed.
Skye’s beauty always knocked the air from my lungs.
The soft glow from her makeup was barely visible on her brown skin, but it was enough to remind me she was the kind of woman nobody could forget.
Her sleek hair was tucked behind her ear and was flowing down her back, making me want to bury my hands in it.
Although exhausted, she moved with a quiet confidence, her toned legs carrying her closer to me.
I pulled the cover back as she crawled into my space.
The feeling of her curves against my flesh made my dick spring to attention. But I held it together, pulling her as close to me as our bodies would allow.
“You’re safe with me,” I whispered, kissing the top of her head.
She let out a deep sigh and rested her head on my chest.
Her faintly fruity scent lingered between us, pulling me into a place where my guard fell.
Before I knew it, we drifted off to sleep.