36. Wrinley
Wrinley
M y body tenses one last time before I go limp and allow myself to fall backwards onto the soft sheets covering the mattress, my arms and legs splayed out as I starfish.
“Thanks, little buddy,” I murmur, poking the king size pillow crumpled up at my side. Axel wanted me to come on it and I guess I really am a good girl now, because I certainly delivered on that one. Although, I can’t take all the credit. Most of it goes to Rod .
Did I name the pillow? Yeah, I sure fucking did. He just did a lot of work, rubbing his soft case against my vagina to completion. And boy did she ever complete. He’s going to need to wash that when he gets back.
Once I’ve fully caught my breath, I shuffle to the bathroom to clean up and make a last minute decision to wander his place– okay, snoop–although it's already morning and I don’t know when he’s supposed to be back.
I have yet to hear from him since he reminded me to defile his bedding.
If he catches me rifling through his things, I’m honestly not sure how he’ll react.
It’s a risk, but somewhere between the boredom and curiosity lies a need to find out as much as I can about the man I’m now forever tied to.
Padding slowly out of the dark room, my fingers graze the wall until I come to another room.
The door is cracked–basically an invitation–so I nudge it open with my toes to find a room almost as dark as Axel’s.
I slide my hand along the inner wall and find the slider switch to turn the light on.
The far wall is lined with monitors. Not as many as he has at Gravity, but still more than a normal person would have.
I wonder if he’s gotten himself off watching me from in here.
The desk is tidier than I would expect and I can’t help but wonder if that’s more Axel or Dom’s thing. I let out a soft snicker at that thought, because of course it’s an Axel thing. I don’t think that man has ever let loose in his life. He could use it if you ask me.
I lower myself into the desk chair, spinning in circles a few times for good measure before tucking my feet up under my thighs and considering the view.
It’s wrong to snoop through his things, but if I’ve learned anything from the research I did last night after I found out about the tiny life growing inside me, it’s that pregnancy brain is a thing, so if I happen to get caught, it’s really his fault for putting me in this situation in the first place.
The first drawer I open is full of what appears to be junk. I continue to shove things around the drawer until my fingers land on what feels like a book. I latch onto it to pull it out. “ The World's Best Nude Beaches and Resorts: One Thousand Beautiful Places for Bathing Naked.”
“What the actual fuck?” Now I know this isn’t Axel’s stuff because, while I do like seeing him naked, I doubt he’s a fucking nudist. Color me curious about Dom now, though.
I shake that thought out of my head almost as quickly as it entered, as if Axel somehow has telepathic abilities and knows I’m now actively imagining another man’s cock.
Fuck, what if he’s watching me now?
I glance around the room, along the walls and up to the ceiling when my eyes land on cameras in opposite corners of the room, no doubt allowing for maximum coverage.
My eyes squeeze almost completely shut as I squint at the cameras like I’ll magically be able to tell if he’s on the other side or not.
If he is watching, one thing is certain… I’m already fucked. My shoulders relax as I spin back around.
If I’m gonna go down, I might as well make it worth it .
I make quick work of each drawer, making sure not to spend too much time on any one.
Nothing too out of the ordinary, I suppose.
Although, one drawer had to have at least a hundred USB drives.
I have to admit I’m not sure why someone would need so many and if I had more time, I’d definitely plug a few of those bad boys in to see what’s what.
But something tells me, I don’t have that kind of time.
When I get to the last drawer, I half expect it to be locked, because what kind of creeper doesn’t have at least one locked drawer.
My hand slides it open gently and I gaze into the space, poking my finger in and around the things I see, careful not to disturb anything too much.
I’m just about to close it when my eyes land on an old flip phone with tape over the cover that has “TW ONLY” scribbled across it. Huh.
I scratch my temple… thinking… do I want to look at that?
No, Wrinley, it doesn’t belong to you. Yeah, but my mom died, so I never really got taught the lesson about not touching things that aren’t explicitly yours. Right? That seems right.
I nod to myself, in a deluded attempt to justify prodding into his personal belongings.
Before I can stop myself, it’s in my hand and the cover is flipped up.
It looks like it’s turned off, but as soon as I press a button, the screen lights up.
Aggressively, I chew my thumbnail as I stare at it, waiting for the home screen to appear.
Why am I so nervous about this? It’s just an old ass phone that he’s probably had for-fucking-ever.
There’s not going to be anything exciting here.
I look at the call log first. Not much information.
Messages are next. Before I press the button, I let out a heavy sigh. God, now I’m the fucking creeper.
I should put it back the way I found it.
Except, I don’t.
I open the messages.
What I find has me sucking my breath back in and holding it, unsure of how to feel.
Text messages upon text messages… to ONE person.
Trainwreck.
That’s me.
I run to grab my phone, pulling up Stranger Danger’s messages and comparing them to the ones on this phone. My heart is practically hammering through my rib cage, intensifying with every line I see that’s the same. Axel is Stranger Danger. Which means he’s the one that finger banged me at Gravity.
Nausea rips through my gut at this new reality and I run to the bathroom, phone still in hand, to hover over the cold toilet seat and heave exactly nothing into the bowl because I haven’t even actually eaten anything yet.
How fucking dumb am I?
We bumped into each other at the club right after he had his fingers inside me.
How did I not see the truth?
You were blinded by the mind-blowing orgasm he gave you.
Okay, brain… it was a rhetorical question, so you can very much shut the fuck up now.
I lean back on my heels with a huff. I can’t figure out if I’m actually mad or if I’m more mad at myself for not seeing what was right in front of my face.
Let’s face it. It’s the second option.
I hop up and put the phone back in its home and then make my way to the fridge to see about food. I’m terrible about eating on a good day, but now… I have another life to think about.
Standing in front of the open fridge in my panties and one of Axel’s t-shirts, the cool air causes goosebumps to rise over my exposed skin. I should really call Arabella, but how do I tell her I’m pregnant without saying it was her brother who knocked me up? I don’t think I can.
My thoughts are disrupted by the lock clicking on the door and I arch my back, stretching my neck as far as it will go to see who walks through.
Dom… and then…
Axel.
The second he clocks me in the kitchen, he course corrects to come my way just to roam his eyes from the top of my head down to my feet like he’s saving the image for his spank bank.
I feel like I should do the same, because he’s dressed all in black with his inked biceps practically ripping through his shirt.
And don’t even get me started on those black jeans and combat boots.
My vagina clenches at the reminder of him forcing me to lick my cum off those boots.
Fuck, I need to contain myself.
He extends his hand, staring at it impatiently, no doubt waiting for me to take it. Fuck him very much. Not only did he put a fucking baby in me, but he lied to me. What else he’s hiding.
Forget Arabella. I should tell him both things right the fuck now so I can tell him exactly how I feel about all of this.
But I don’t.
I don’t take his hand either.
“Wrinley,” he warns, his voice low and commanding.
“What?” I ask sweetly, making a last minute decision on how I’m going to play this. “I’m not a mind reader. Is there something you want?”
“Give me your fucking hand. Now.”
I do as he says and he quickly responds by pulling me through the loft and into his bedroom.
As soon as we’re inside and he shuts the door, I can’t help but ask, “Where have you been?” This man clearly has secrets and I have a feeling I’ve only scratched the surface of the truth.
“That’s not your concern. How are you feeling?”
Oh, fuck this asshole right up the ass. I won’t allow him to come in here and pretend we haven’t been ingraining ourselves into one other, just for him to shut me out and tell me it’s none of my fucking business.
“I’m fine. You might want to check on your pillow, though.” I smirk. Yes, I know he told me to ruin it, but it still feels good that I thoroughly ruined it… as in, it’s not a functioning pillow anymore. “Rod really gave me the 'what-for' while you were gone doing who-knows-what?”
Disappointment floods my nervous system when he steps right up to me, toe to toe, and leans down until he’s level with my ear.
Fuck me, he smells so goddamn good. I swear that scent has a direct line to my now throbbing pussy. It would almost be worth it to say ‘fuck it all’ and jump his bones right here.
No! I will not succumb to his big dick and delicious scent.
“I see my pillow in the middle of the bed. Did you do what I told you, like a good girl, and make it messy for me?”
I don’t answer.