Chapter 33
Myssa
An hour later, while I’m engrossed in an episode of Supernatural, Zayne walks in and puts the Chinese food down on the island. I jump, startled by the noise.
“Damn, must be a good episode if you didn’t even hear me walk in.” He chuckles.
“It is. Death is my favorite character, and his entrance in Chicago is so badass,” I reply in delight.
I walk over to where Zayne is standing and taking out the containers, and I give him a quick kiss.
I grab some plates out of the cabinets and silverware out of the drawer, picking a few crab Rangoon out and plating my general Tso’s before laying my plate on the coffee table.
Heading back to the fridge, I ask over my shoulder, “Do you want a beer, coke, or water?”
As he scoops the last of his sweet-and-sour chicken onto the plate, he answers, “Coke please, babe.”
I can get used to this, but at the same time, I’m terrified.
The way this feels, so natural. It’s like being with him gives me the missing piece of my soul.
The part I’ve always needed to feel whole.
But what if I fuck it up? What if I do something that annoys him, or what if…
? But I quickly brush off the swirling negativity, crowdig my headspace and just enjoy the peace of this moment.
“How was Vix?” he asks.
I pick at my food for a moment. I want to talk to him about this, but at the same time, he’s best friends with Knox. I’d like his perspective on the situation. Today was, I think, the first time I’ve really seen Vix this vulnerable. I can feel him studying me.
“Happy for us, but sad because…” I pause again. He already knows, though. He’s been watching them as much as I have.
“Knox,” he says with a sigh.
“I don’t know what’s going on there with him. I know he worships the ground she walks on. He has never even looked at another woman. I don’t understand why he doesn’t go for it.” He shakes his head.
“Me neither,” I say, taking a bite of my chicken. “I hope they figure it out before it’s too late,” I say.
“Yeah.”
Finishing dinner, I curl up next to him, and lay my head on his chest. He wraps an arm around me, playing with the strands of my hair.
“What time are you gonna head over to the club?” he asks.
“I was thinking around nine, if that’s ok?”
“Myssa, you can come whenever you want; hang out with me in the office or go have fun.”
“Will you be watching me on the camera?” I say with mischief in my eyes.
“I will always be watching you,” he says, not missing a beat.
“Oh, really?” I say, letting my hand wander down his chest and continuing lower, cupping him gently.
He quickly flips me on the couch, pinning me down, his face an inch from my own. I squeak from the surprise motion.
The desire in his eyes sends a warmth through my entire body.
“I’m sorry. Did I not make it clear last night? You’re mine, Myssa, so I’ll watch you whenever I want.” His voice is low and filled with possessiveness.
“Say it again,” I say softly.
My body thrums with anticipation again as he repeats it, and I wait for his next move.
“Yes. I like the sound of that.”
“Good, now let me remind you,” he whispers as he starts to leave kisses along my neck.
“Please do…” I breathe.
Walking out of the bathroom a while later, Zayne is dressed in just a towel hanging low on his hips, his hair still tousled from his shower. He pulls out a pair of boxers from the dresser and goes to the closet to get ready for tonight.
Still laying in bed recovering from the reminder he’d just given me—twice—I pout playfully.
“Hey, I’m missing the show.” I frown, and he walks back out with his black dress pants already on and his white button-up dress shirt still open.
He leans across the bed to give me a kiss, and I quickly pull him on top of me again.
He starts to laugh.
“Myssa,” he growls.
I sigh. “I know, I know.”
He gives me one last soft kiss and gets back up, buttoning up his shirt.
As I watch him, I can’t help but think about all the things I want to do to him later. I bite my lip to force down the heat building in my core. I get on all fours and crawl on the bed towards him. Kneeling at the edge, I watch him intently.
He watches me and quickly adjusts himself.
I quirk one eyebrow, looking at the large outline pressed against his pants.
“I’m not sorry,” I say, knowing what I’m doing to him.
“Oh, I know you aren’t,” he says, grinning as he grabs his wallet off the dresser.
“I’ll see you in an hour, then?” he asks.
“Yep, gonna take a shower, naked, and alone. Then I’ll get ready.” I fall back, stretching across the bed.
“Mmmmm, nice try. I’ll see you soon.” He walks around the bed and bends over, kissing me sweetly on the forehead, then he heads out of the room.
I quickly make my way into the bathroom to get ready.
Entering the club a little later, I make my usual rounds to say hi to everyone. I feel like I’ve become a part of the family here. As I enter the kitchen, though, I hear hushed voices having what seems to be an argument.
I tiptoe in, and as I peak around the corner, I see Knox crowding Vix.
“You can’t wear what you wore last night ever again. I talked to Zayne, and he agrees,” he says sternly.
Vix's arms are folded, and she just rolls her eyes at Knox.
“Yeah, ok, Knox, not happening. And I know Zayne wouldn’t agree to that. Myssa already told me as much.”
I stifle a laugh, listening to them both use us in lies, knowing full well that neither of us said anything.
Knox pushes away from her, clearly irritated she won’t just agree. I quickly step around the corner to avoid being seen. I hear him sigh in defeat, so I slowly peek around the corner again.
“Please don’t wear it again,” he pleads.
Vix looks at him, still buzzing with anger.
“Look, Knox, first,” she points at him aggressively, “you’re not my boyfriend, and second, no one tells me what the fuck I can and cannot wear.”
The glare he gives her, and the color of his face, has me worried he’s about to explode. He growls as he paces back and forth, his chest heaving as if choosing his words.
Vix stands her ground, waiting for his backlash.
“First, you're right. I wouldn’t tell you what to wear, because I love everything you wear. I love everything about you. It drives me crazy that I have to share you with others.” He stops and looks at her, realizing what he’d just said.
A look of relief, probably as a result of finally saying what’s on his mind, lights up his face.
“And second,” he pauses. “Maybe I should be.” He starts to inch towards her, crowding her again.
Her arms fall and her mouth gapes. I hold my breath in anticipation of what she’s going to say.
“What did you just say?” she says softly.
“I’m tired of playing these fucking games, Vix. I’ve loved you from afar for so long, I can’t do it anymore. It’s killing me.” His confession is so raw, it almost brings me to tears.
Vix wipes at her eyes, and I lose it, quietly covering my own mouth with my hand, not to give away my intrusion.
“You said that backwards.” She smiles. He looks at her in confusion, and she continues. “The first and second, you answered back—.”
“Would you shut up, woman?” He grins, as his lips crash into hers.
She pulls back for a second, and his brows furrow in confusion.
“I love you, too,” she admits, and Knox’s smile is so wide as he goes back to kissing her. Vix’s legs wrap around his waist, and I cringe as I hear a moan escape her lips. I shouldn’t be watching this.
I quickly turn back around the corner and jump up and down, flailing my arms like an idiot while silently screaming, Oh my god, oh my god. I make a mad dash to Zayne’s office to tell him what I just saw.
“Hey,” I say, walking into the office and sitting in the chair in front of Zayne’s desk, aiming to be all cool and collective, while on the inside, I’m screaming.
“Hey, babe,” he says, looking engrossed in his laptop.
“You busy?”
“Yeah, problems with a shipment. I’m sorry, just give me a few minutes here, and I’ll be all yours,” he says as he looks over some paperwork.
“No worries,” I say, getting up, but he instantly stops, looking up at me. “I have some news to tell you, but it can wait until after. Find me when you’re done.”
“Ok, just need a few minutes.”
“No worries, I’m gonna go sit at the bar until Vix is there,” I say as I walk out the door.