Chapter Sixteen
Calvin
If someone told me three months ago that I would be in love, I would have laughed in their face, yet here I am, sitting in the library room that I made for Nixie, watching her get lost in her latest book, and I could not be any happier. Turns out, stalking and kidnapping her was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Even if it didn’t, I would have done it until she gave in.
My phone dings in my jeans pocket, dragging my thoughts away. I pull it out and see the message from Reid on the screen.
We need to talk. Get to my
office.
Letting out a sigh, I put the phone back in my pocket.
“What’s up?” Nixies says as she puts her bookmark on her book, closing it.
“It’s Reid. He needs to see me at his office,” I tell her.
“Okay.”
“You want to come with me?” I ask, hoping she will say yes. I don’t like spending my time away from here when it’s our time together.
“It’s fine. It’s family stuff.” She smiles at me.
I get up from the sofa and walk over to her. “I promise I won’t be long,” I say as I place a kiss on her lips. She smiles and goes back to her book. I swear to fuck, this better be important, or I’m going to make sure my brother can never use his dick again.
Grabbing my jacket and car keys, I make my way out the door and get into my car. I take one last glance at the door, wishing that Nixie has changed her mind, but she hasn’t. I speed off down the gravel driveway and out the gate, pressing the button in my car to close and lock behind me.
My brother’s office is not too far away—a ten-minute drive tops on a good day. With it being at night, the roads are less busy, so it makes it easier for me.
I drive my car to the underground carpark of the office building, finding an empty spot next to my brother’s Audi R8. I park my Trackhawk Jeep next to it. He likes his small, fast cars so he can only fit two people, while I like the bigger, fast cars. Complete opposites. I chuckle to myself as I walk away.
Stepping in the elevator, I press the button for the sixteenth floor. The ride is smooth going up. When the doors open, I make my way to Reid’s office, right at the end. I knock and enter.
“What is so important this late?” I don”t finish the sentence, as I am met with chaos unfolding in my brother’s office. What is usually a neat space is full of scattered sheets all over his desk, some even on the floor, and my brother looks very stressed.
“What’s going on?” I ask.
His eyes fly to mine. “What’s going on is that even when our fucking father isn’t in the picture anymore, I’m still finding shit that is fucking up our lives!” he shouts at me, startling me slightly. It’s not everyday that he loses his shit. So when he does, you know it’s serious.
He sits back down in his chair behind his large, oak desk.
“You might want to sit down for this, Cal.” His voice is calmer, but has still got that edge to it. I take a seat in the chair facing him.
Once I’m seated, he leans forward on his desk, clutching some papers.
“What is it, Reid?” I question, starting to feel nervous.
“Okay.” he lets out a breath. “I was going through Father’s old contracts—you know, getting rid of the shit that we have sorted out over the past two years.” His eyes reach mine.
“And?”
“Well, it seems our father had a surprise in store for you,” he states.
“And what’s that?” I ask, nerves trickling down my back. I don’t have a good feeling about this.
He hands over the papers he is clutching.
Just the first sentence has my head spinning.
“Is this for real, Reid?” My heart is racing.
He just nods his head at me.
My eyes go back to the papers in front of me.
Contract Between Felix Hayes and Cormac Sullivan
?This contract states that Felix Hayes’ youngest son, Calvin Hayes, is to be wedded to Cara Sullivan when she reaches the age of twenty-four.
For all of Felix Hayes’ debts to be paid, this contract must be fulfilled. If not, other terms will be applied.
The contract goes on, but I can’t read past the first bit. I can’t help but notice my father’s signature at the bottom.
“What the fuck is this?” I shout. “And who the fuck is she? It’s not happening, Reid, not a fucking chance. I don’t care what shit our father got into. I am not doing that,” I explode on him.
My mind racing back to Nixie. Fuck. She’s the only one for me. The only woman I’d even think about marrying.
“I know, Cal. I’m trying to figure this shit out. I really am,” he says, looking defeated.
“What do we know?” I ask, trying to take my mind off it.
“Cormac Sullivan is the leader of the Irish Mafia in Boston. With my findings, it looks like dear old Father was in a serious amount of debt to him for gambling and drugs,” he says as his fist connects with the desk.
Of course he got into debt with the Irish mafia.The thought has me rolling my eyes.
“I’m talking to some people, trying to get a run down of it all and if it’s even still acceptable, given that I’ve taken over now.” His voice brings me back.
“Reid, what do I tell Nixie?” I sound so helpless.
“That’s entirely up to you, brother. I’ll stand by whatever you say.”
“And what about his daughter?” I ask.
Reid sighs before he answers. “That is proving more difficult to pinpoint exactly. It’s like she disappeared four years ago”
“How old is she?”
“Twenty-three. Soon to be twenty-four,” he answers.
Fuck. I run my hands down my face. This can not be happening.
“So you’re telling me that I have a few months before I’m fucking married off to some random woman?” I raise my voice at him.
“I’m sorry, Cal. I’m going to do everything I can to sort this shit out.” His voice is full of promises
I’m done with this conversation. I need to get back home to Nixie. Fuck, how do I explain this to her?
The ride back down to the carpark is quick, but my head feels like it’s going to explode. How is shit like this still legal? How can I just be married off to someone without a say in it?
Dear old Daddy really wanted one last kick at me, didn’t he?
Climbing back into my car, I speed out and into the dark night. Everything is just a blur as I drive back home. Before I can even acknowledge anything, my car is parked up outside. I look to my home, dim lights on throughout the house. It may be late, but I know damn well that my girl is still awake, waiting for me.
I exit the car and make my way through the front door. The house is quiet, but I can hear soft music coming from the library, so I can only assume that Nixie is all snuggled up on the sofa, reading. Before I go to her, I make my way to the kitchen and pour myself a glass of whiskey. God knows I need one—or the whole bottle—after the news tonight.
My eyes close as the amber liquid burns down my throat, a burn. I welcome it gladly. When my eyes reopen, Nixie is standing at the opposite end of the counter, her big, blue eyes fixed on me and the now empty glass. She looks fucking beautiful tonight. Her long black hair cascades down her back and one of my black shirts covers her body, hugging at her curves, the tshirt stops mid-thigh. I can guarantee she has no underwear on.
That thought alone has me stalking my way over to her.
“Is everythi—” I cut her off before she could ask me anything by crashing my lips onto hers. Her body welcomes the touch, my hands wandering down her body, grabbing at her ass and lifting her up to me. Her legs automatically wrap around me. This. This is my damn happy place, and I will not let anyone take this away from me.
I place her on the countertop, never breaking contact with her lips, her moans keeping me going.
I finally break away from her, her lips swollen from our kiss.
“Fucking beautiful,” I tell her as I place each hand on the sides of her face.
“Cal, what’s gone on?” I can hear the worry in her voice.
“I need you right now,” my voice shakes with demand.
“You have me. Always,” her reply almost has me stopping.
I pull the t-shirt off her body, my mouth watering at the sight of her on full display for me. Just like I thought, no underwear in sight. I smirk at my thoughts.
I push her back onto the counter, and she lets out a gasp as the coldness from the marble counter contacts with her bare skin.
I dont think it’s possible for my dick to get any harder in my pants. It’s just begging to get out and inside her.
Nixie’s eyes are on me, watching me drag a chair to the end of the counter. I position it right in front of her, taking a seat and pulling her down to me.
“I don’t have time to be a gentleman tonight, darlin’. I’m starving,” I tell her, my mouth connecting with her already soaked pussy before she can even answer me. No matter how many times I do this, I will never get tired of her taste. It’s pure ecstasy for me, and I am hooked. Slowly adding in a finger only has her moaning out louder for me, and adding in two fingers has her crying out my name.
“Fuck. That’s right, darlin’, shout my name,” I demand as I pick up the pace with my hand and sucking on her swollen clit.
She places her hands on the back of my head, holding me in place, making sure I don’t go anywhere. Trust me, there’s no better place than right here in between her legs.
I can feel her tightening around my fingers, and I know it’s not going to be long before she explodes.
“Calvin. Fuck. Yesss,” she cries out as her body explodes.
I lay my head on her stomach as her breathing calms down.
I will never get tired of that, of her. Ever.
Her hands find my head again and she begins to stroke my hair. The feeling has me closing my eyes and letting in the calm that she brings around.
“What’s going on?” she asks.
I sigh and sit back up in the chair, knowing that I have to tell her what I found out tonight.
“Let’s go somewhere more comfortable to sit and talk,” I say as I stand from the chair, ignoring the raging hard dick that’s currently in my pants. I help Nixie off the counter and she pulls the t-shirt back over her body.
We make our way into the library, where the fire is burning and lights are dimly lit. The sofa has a book and blanket—just as I thought, she was in here waiting for me. I smile to myself as I sit down in the corner of the sofa. Nixie tries to sit next to me, but I pull her onto my knee before she can.
She gets herself comfy. Wriggling around on my already hard dick is not helping me trying to ignore it.
“Sorry.” She smiles sheepishly at me.
Once she’s comfortable, I brush the hair from her face, tucking it behind her ear.
My heart is beating so fast that I’m pretty sure she can hear it. It feels like I can’t breathe.
“So, Reid wanted to see me tonight because of something he found in my father’s old contracts.” The beat of my heart is pulsating in my ears.
“Okay?” she questions.
Well, here goes.
“And we have just found out that my dear old father has a contract that states that I am to wed some woman when she turns twenty-four.” My words rushed out of my mouth.
Nixie is quiet. Expected. But the quietness is too much.
“I”m sorry, darlin’, my brother’s trying to find out more about it, or even if it is still acceptable now that Reid is in charge of the family business,” I tell her, hoping it brings her out of the quiet.
“Darlin’, please say something,” I say.
After what feels like an eternity, her voice sweeps through my ears once again.
“I have to tell you something.” Her voice is low and her face is pale.