THIRTY-FIVE
Saraya
"What did you do with the body?"
I look over at the man still sitting by the door waiting for his partner, and then I look at my surroundings. "Are you talking to me?"
"I don't see anybody else here, do you?"
"Well, I'm not quite sure what you're asking me."
"Your husband's body. What did you do with Kenneth McNally's body after you killed him?"
I had a feeling that's what he was talking about. My heart is racing. What is Nyx telling this guy's partner? I don't want to fuck up whatever story he's come up with.
"I'm sorry, mister?"
"You can just call me Wilson," he replies snidely.
"Okay, well, Wilson, I'm sorry I can't help you since I don't know where my husband is."
"You seem pretty cozy with your stepbrother , Mrs. McNally. "
Oh, I do not like this guy very much. I can't let him see that he's getting to me, so I do what I do best when backed into a corner. I pull my big girl pants up and turn on the sass.
"I go by Abbott now, and if I seemed cozy with my stepbrother , Wilson, it's probably because I spent all day fucking him.
Is that a crime?" I step out from behind the hostess stand and hold out my wrists, saying, "Because if having my stepbrother fucking me and making me come multiple times in the course of five to six hours is illegal, then please, lock me up and throw away the key. "
I've shocked him—good. I wait for him to say something, so when all he does is twist his face up in disgust and turn his head, I smirk and return to my place behind the hostess stand.
Not long after, his partner comes back, and I hear him mention Kappel's name.
Once again, my heart starts racing. I feel sweat bead on my forehead as I pretend to write things down.
Finally, after what seems like forever, they take their leave, and I blow out a breath.
"What's wrong, little lamb, can't take the heat?" Mara smirks at me.
"Fuck off, Mara. I'm not in the mood."
The little psycho strolls over and rests her elbow on the stand before me. She studies me, earning her a glare, but then she states, "You're really not scared, are you?"
"Scared of what exactly?" I lift my brow.
"Of me. I can make grown men shit their pants, but you don't bat an eye. No, you try going toe to toe with me and even dared to choke me out."
I shrug. "We grew up together. I know you can kick my ass, but maybe my subconscious just doesn't realize how dangerous you are and thinks that you would never try killing me."
Mara scoffs and says, "I'd kill any one of the Heirs if it came down to it."
It's my turn to scrutinize her for a moment before leaning in and whispering, "I call bullshit. You would rather die than have to kill any of your brothers. "
I may have stunned her momentarily as her body stiffens, then relaxes. "Even if that were true, which it's not, that doesn't mean I wouldn't take you out."
"I beg to differ. You would never hurt Nyx like that, so it looks like you're stuck with me, sweet cheeks."
I don't hear what she says next because I see Nyx over her shoulder talking to that woman I saw leaving his house the first night I arrived.
The woman smiles flirtatiously, but I can't see Nyx's face clearly due to his back being turned slightly.
I'm not so worried about him, but I'll be damned if anyone flirts with him.
"Who the fuck is that?" I ask Mara, stopping her mid-sentence.
She follows my line of sight and then snickers. "That's Emily."
"Is she his ex or something?"
"God no!" she laughs. "Nyx has never dated, not since you, anyway. "
I snap my head toward her. "Seriously?"
"Yep." She pops the p at the end. "You have always been the one that got away and took his heart with you."
I tighten my lips and turn back to look over her shoulder. I can feel my blood boil as the woman stands there, batting her eyes at my man.
"So, what's the story? She was at the Hall the night I arrived."
Mara waves her hand and says, "Oh, that was nothing. She had just started at the club, and Nyx was auditioning her."
I notice the smirk as she finishes her sentence, and I know I shouldn't, but I ask anyway. "Auditioning how?"
"She gave him a blow job in the billiard room. I then threatened her that if she spewed any of his cum onto the floor, I'd use her tongue to clean the whole floor."
"Are you fucking with me, Mara?"
"There is only one way I'd fuck with you, Raya, but you keep refusing the good time I'm offering," Mara says seductively.
I roll my eyes and shove past her, saying, "Excuse me, but I need to go educate someone."
I walk over to where little Miss Sunshine stands, a little too close to my man. Just before I approach them, her hand comes up, and she places it on his bicep and laughs. I don't say anything to the little hussy as I shove my way between the two and slide my hand up to the back of Nyx's neck.
"I've missed you, baby." I pull his head down just as he grins and kiss him.
Nyx slides his arm around my waist and pulls me in closer.
The woman must not have gotten the hint, because she has the audacity to clear her throat and state, "I'm sorry, but I was talking to him first and was just going to ask Mr. Beckam to scene with me. Maybe you will have better luck next time."
I pull back and grin at Nyx.
"Be good, little lamb," he warns me with a knowing smirk.
I spin around. " Emily, is it? You have two options, and I really hope you choose the right one. Option one, you can get your ass back to work and never put your hands on my fiancé again, or option number two, I can drag you out back and beat your ass for touching Nyx ."
The woman's eyes dart back and forth as if waiting for Nyx to chastise me .
"Don't look at him—look at me—he won't save you. He's most likely already planning on how he's going to fuck me tonight." I turn to look at him, and he shrugs.
"You ain't wrong."
When I return my attention to Emily, she's already hurrying away, and I snicker. Nyx spins me around and into his arms. "Jealous much?"
"Excuse me? I have not waited over a decade to be able to have you just for some floozy to come along and put her paws all over you. What were you discussing anyway that had her smiling like she was?"
He grins wickedly. "You."
I jerk back. "Huh?"
"She asked me who you were since she just returned from a medical leave, and I told her you were my stepsister."
"You knew how I would react when I saw her flirting, and you lied to her anyway. That is so wrong."
"I didn't lie. You are my stepsister. A stepsister that I love doing bad things to." He nibbles on my neck.
I'm just getting into the PDA when a couple walks through the door. "Shit! I have to go greet some guests."
Nyx looks over to the doors. "Ah, I think they are the couple Zilas has been waiting for."
"Oh, really?"
"Not like that," Nyx laughs. "I had better go greet them."
"Hey! We need to talk about tonight's visitors," I tell him.
"Yes, we will. Let me take care of this with Zilas, and I'm all yours."
" All mine?" I lick my lips.
Nyx winks at me, then turns to the couple, shaking both of their hands and leading them to the offices upstairs. I catch a glimpse of Cale, and I'm surprised to see him going to a back room with Monica, the woman I kind of took the hostess job from.
Good for him. Maybe now he can take that stick out of his ass and leave me the fuck alone.
Nyx and I never do get to talk. Business keeps him at the club for longer than I want to stay, so I ride back to the Hall with Amara. I don't mind riding bitch on the back of a bike, but I prefer a man being the one to drive it. Mara is a crazy bitch on two wheels!
Waking up this morning, I see that Nyx made it home.
His body is entangled with mine, making it nearly impossible for me to get out of bed.
Not wanting to wake him up in case he hasn't been sleeping long, I slowly move his arm one centimeter at a time.
Just when I think I will get free, Nyx wraps me in his arms again.
Frustrated, I give up trying to be nice.
"Babe, if you don't let me go, your bed will be soaked."
"Hm?" he hums with his eyes still closed.
"I'm going to piss the bed if you don't let me up."
He finally lets me go, mumbling something about "golden showers" and "not being his kink." I chuckle as I head to the connecting bathroom. I go through my morning routine and head down to start the coffee, but when I get to the kitchen, there's already a pot made.
Now I really feel bad because Nyx must not have been home for too long before coming to bed. After pouring my coffee, I go straight to the fridge and pull stuff out to make breakfast. When I turn, I jump and scream, dropping everything in my arms, including the carton of eggs.
"Oh dear, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to scare you." A woman in her fifties, maybe, holds her hand to her chest as she stares at me with concern.
"I'm sorry, who are you?" I ask.
"I'm Jessica Parker. Mr. Beckam hired me to help in the kitchen. You can call me Jessica."
"Oh yes, he said he would hire someone. It must have slipped his mind to tell me." I chuckle and then get to work cleaning up my mess.
"Let me do that for you since I startled you," Jessica offers, but I refuse.
"No, I insist, Jessica. I'll clean this up, and you can find something to whip up for breakfast."
"Okay, I can do that. Will Mr. Beckam be joining you this morning?"
"I'm not exactly sure—"
"Yes, Mr. Beckam will be joining his beautiful fiancée for breakfast," Nyx states as he waltzes into the kitchen. He bends down and kisses my head. "What happened here?"
"Someone forgot to tell me he hired someone, and she scared the shit out of me when she came in. "
Nyx snickers apologetically. "Sorry about that, I meant to."
He pulls me up and into his arms. Before I know it, his mouth is on mine.
I don't care if Jessica is in the room—I wrap my arms around his neck and literally climb up his body until my legs are wrapped around his waist. One of his hands goes to my ass to help support me, and the other goes to the back of my head.
I can feel his hardness through the basketball shorts he's wearing, and a feeling of accomplishment pours over me. I love that I do this to him. I never thought I would feel this way again, and even though we bicker, I wouldn't want it with anyone else.
I groan when Nyx pulls his mouth away.
"Behave, little lamb. I don't take Mrs. Parker as being a voyeur, so unless you want to lose the help so soon, I suggest you stop trying to get into my shorts right now." Nyx sits in the chair at the small nook but keeps me on his lap.
I slap his shoulder. "I was not trying to get into your shorts, but it is easier to have you hold me up than to hurt my toes by standing on them just to reach your lips."
"Hey, it's okay. I love the spider monkey in you."
"Do you even know what one of those creatures looks like?"
"Yes, and it's a good thing I'm not that shallow. It's your sassy disposition that captivates me." Nyx grins wickedly, but I push myself off his lap anyway, not caring if he's joking.
"Well, I guess I shouldn't feel too guilty that I'm only with you for what you have in your pants then." I throw back at him, keeping my smile hidden from him.
Jessica, acting motherly, breaks in and says, "Now, now, you two had better start getting along, or I will kick you out of this kitchen and not feed you."
"He started it," I whine jokingly.
"Nuh-uh!" Nyx replies childishly.
Jessica just chuckles and shakes her head as she finishes stirring the pancake batter. "Breakfast will be ready in about thirty minutes, so you two lovebirds can go hash out whatever needs hashing."
I finish cleaning my mess up, grab my mug of coffee from the counter, and walk out of the kitchen. I can feel Nyx's eyes on me the whole time. I poke my head back into the room and stare into his gray eyes .
"You and I need to have that little talk we were supposed to have last night. Now would be a good time to have it."
"Are you trying to tell me what to do, little lamb?" Nyx asks as he gets up and pours his coffee.
"Not at all, but I have something you want, and if you know what's good for you, then you will follow me." I give him a cheesy smile.
"First ordering me around, and then blackmailing me. Hm, sounds like a certain little lamb is looking to get punished," he says, following me out the door.
I don't deny or confirm his statement, but either way, the thought of Nyx spanking my ass, or better yet, my pussy, has my lady bits tingling.