Chapter 10
Craven followed them to Trista’s trailer where he begged her to rethink quitting, but the woman was adamant about her decision if the original script wasn’t reinstated.
Tabitha was proud of her for standing her ground.
Trista then kicked him out and called Adams. When she got his assistant, Trista explained the situation, and the assistant quickly put Adams on the line.
Tabitha pretended to scroll on her phone while listening in on the conversation.
“Trista, don’t do anything rash. I’ll fly into Atlanta tomorrow, and we’ll have a meeting. I’m sure we can come to an understanding.”
“Did you or did you not agree to the change in the script?”
“I did, but Craven assured me you were on board.”
“I am not. I only took this role because Nora is the heroine. Tell me now if that’s not the case.”
“Come on, Trista. You know how the industry works. Changes happen all the time.”
“If you don’t agree to the original script, I will tear up my contract and pay any reparations needed. You know I have the money. And while you’re at it, tell Craig he is not my boss nor my critique partner. I don’t want to work with such a fucking diva.”
“Yes, yes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Trista disconnected and tossed her phone on the table. Marilyn arched a dark brow. “Are you really going to quit?”
Trista moved through the spacious area, pulling a can of water from the fridge.
She leaned against the counter as she popped the top.
“If they don’t agree to the original script, yes.
You know I had other offers when I took this role.
Like The Woman in Cabin C. It’s a murder mystery set in The Poconos.
While I wouldn’t be kicking ass, I would be solving a murder alongside the handsome sheriff.
And Roman Bane is not a dick. He and I work well together. ”
Tabitha could agree the man was yummy. Not nearly as hot as Major, but then again, nobody was.
If Trista quit this film, Tabitha wouldn’t be around Major since she would no longer be assigned to guard Trista, but she would still be in the same vicinity as her mate.
She would explain the situation to Mason and ask that he not send her out of town for any assignments.
“Pennsylvania is cold and snowy this time of year. It gets my vote.” Marylin placed her tablet on the table in front of her. “And I agree with you about Roman. I just hate you having to pay to get out of your contract.”
Trista waved her free hand. “My peace of mind is worth it. Craig is an ass, and working with him these last few weeks has tested my patience.” To Tabitha, she asked, “Would you be willing to relocate if I take the Pennsylvania gig?”
“Sorry, but for now, I want to remain in this area.”
Trista tilted her head, staring at Tabitha. “But you were willing to follow me to New York when shooting moved there.”
“Well yes, but my parents and little brother are there.”
“And Major would be there as well,” Trista guessed.
“That too,” Tabitha admitted. “We don’t let our relationship compromise our jobs, but working together is a bonus.”
“I knew it.” Trista smirked. “Not that I tried to get his attention after our first meal together because it was obvious he was into you.”
Tabitha almost called her out on her bullshit, but instead, she shrugged. “Major is loyal. Even if I hadn’t been in the house, he would never disrespect me.”
Marilyn sighed. “Does he have a brother? Because your man is fire with a capital F.”
Tabitha laughed. “He does. A twin, even. They’re not identical, but Marshall is a sweetheart.” Tabitha hadn’t met him yet, but she knew this from the way Major spoke about his brother.
“What is it with all the twins? You have one, Major does, and he has twin sisters if I’m not mistaken.”
“You are correct. There are several sets of twins in our extended families, so I guess the genes are just strong.” Tabitha’s phone buzzed with a text from Nikita. “If you don’t need me for the next little bit, I’m going back to my trailer and call my cousin.”
“I’m good for now.”
Tabitha left the two women, and as she was closing the door, Marilyn whispered, “That is one lucky woman.” Marilyn wasn’t wrong.
As she strode across the lot, Tabitha glanced across the area to where Major’s trailer was located.
He and Craig were walking away from the meal tent.
When Craig was safely inside, Major continued on.
Instead of going inside, he stopped and searched the area.
When his gaze met hers, Major smiled. She wiggled her phone, and Major nodded.
Tabitha opened the text and scanned it. The Trio had found something and were sending an encrypted email, one she and Major should read together.
At least that’s what she told herself. Since Trista was safe with Marilyn, Tabitha made her way to her mate.
He climbed the steps and held the door for her.
Once inside, he locked the door and slid his large hands to Tabitha’s back, kissing her as though he hadn’t seen her in months.
Her panties were damp within seconds, and Tabitha grabbed Major’s ass, pulling him closer.
His erection pressed against her stomach, and Tabitha threw professionalism out the window.
This was her mate, and she needed to feel him.
Major growled against her lips, “Tell me to stop.”
“No fucking way. I need you.” She went at his mouth again, tongues dueling for dominance.
Tabitha leaned back and tugged at Major’s shirt, whipping it over his head.
Her fingers went to his chest, nails scratching gently at his nipples.
The growl was back, hitting Tabitha between her legs. “We’ll be quick,” she insisted.
“The things I want to do to you will take hours.” Considering their weekend together, she knew this wasn’t an exaggeration. Her hottie had a shifter’s stamina. Major went for the button of her pants while she removed her own shirt and her bra.
“Abbreviate it for me because I can’t wait.
” Within seconds, they were bare chest to bare chest. Major dipped his head, taking one breast into his mouth.
Her hands went to his hair, as one of his slid down the front of her pants, past her panties, his fingers curling into her, stroking all the right spots.
“I want your cock,” she husked as she pushed her pants and panties down her legs, turning and bending over.
She spread her legs as far as she could given the restrictions.
Major rubbed his erection between her legs, teasing, before sliding home.
“Fuck, Tabby.” He set up a quick rhythm, one hand on her hip as the other came around the front, his fingers working her clit.
Tabitha’s fangs elongated, itching to bite Major.
To make him hers for eternity. Since this was going to be over quickly, plus she was facing the wrong way, her Goyle would have to wait.
As always, Major ensured Tabitha got her release before he got his.
It didn’t take long, considering it had been months since they were together, and Tabitha had only gotten herself off a few times since.
His fingers worked her clit as his cock worked her slick pussy.
Both were magical. Her hottie knew what he was doing.
“Close,” she rasped, and Major doubled down.
Her insides spasmed, clamping down on his dick.
As soon as she found her release, Major followed, thrusting hard one final time, as his mouth latched onto her neck.
Sharp teeth scraped her skin, but he didn’t bite down.
Major banded one arm around her waist, keeping her upright as they both caught their breath.
“Fuck, woman. You’re amazing.” Major licked her neck before pressing his lips there. “I cannot wait to share mating bites with you.”
Tabitha retracted her fangs. “Me too, but I think we’d bring folks running if we did that here. I’ve heard both parties get a little loud.”
Major tugged her so she was standing upright as his spent dick slid out.
“Hang tight.” He strode to the bathroom, pulling his pants up as he crossed the small space.
The water turned on, and he returned with a wet washcloth.
Major always cleaned her after sex, and this time was no exception.
Once that was taken care of, Tabitha slipped her bra and shirt on and righted her pants.
Major shoved his nose against her neck, inhaling deeply, before he pressed his lips to her forehead.
He gestured to the seating area where his laptop was open.
“Let’s see what the Trio found.” He typed in the encryption code and turned the screen so they both could read.
“I got a hit on the names Donnel and Kreegon, and yes that’s the correct spelling of both.
Last name Crowley. Craig and Daniel are not uncle and nephew but brothers who hail from a small island nation called Talmet, which is off the coast of Italy in the Mediterranean Sea.
There are five brothers in total, with Daniel being in the middle and Craig being the second youngest. Their father, Buchard, is the Prime Minister.
If I disappear, it’ll be because I found what they tried to cover up.
Twenty-one years ago, Donnel got a young woman pregnant.
She wasn’t underage, but she was young enough for it to be a scandal for the royal family if it got out, especially since she was the daughter of their housekeeper.
Buchard paid off the girl’s family for their silence as well as demanded the child, when born, be turned over to the Crowleys to be raised as a legitimate child of the PM and his wife.
This was put in writing with both the girl and her parents signing off on it so it was legally binding.
Thus, the youngest brother is actually Donnel’s son.