Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
KILLIAN
Isqueeze the back of my neck, trying to pay attention to my computer screen. My Teddy Bear wasn't joking about me being good for her ego. After our shower, we ordered room service and watched a movie before having a repeat of the shower, only this time in bed.
Then this morning, the second her eyes popped open, she was on me. I mean, she was already on top of me, clinging like a koala bear—which might actually be a more fitting bear for her—while she was practically purring for me.
I'd pinned her to the bed, and this time I slid my bare dick against her body and rutted against her until we both came. Now she's strolling across our hotel room suite completely naked, making it hard for me to get the shit I need to handle handled. She is the best kind of distraction, though.
"Are you okay?" Teddy pauses in front of the dining room table where I'm sitting with my computer, her tits swaying with the motion. I grunt a response. "Okay," she giggles and is off again, disappearing into the bath.
I reach down and wrap my hand around my cock through my sweatpants and give my cock a hard squeeze. The motherfucker won't go down. He’s in a constant state of arousal with Teddy prancing around.
I focus again on the details I received about Teddy's lawyer. Everything appears pretty clean except he's involved in crypto. That can often be innocent, but other times it's not at all. I stay away from all that shit.
After I did a few jobs with Tristan, he taught me a bit about investing. It wasn't my thing, but he told me a few places to invest some of my money, and I know now why he is a very wealthy man. What I don't know is why he bothers to do these odd jobs with the government.
Tristan doesn't need the money, but what the fuck do I know? People often crave things far beyond money. The motivation could be the thrill of the job or something entirely different. I do this job because it's all I know. What the hell else was I going to do?
Except I now have something else to focus on.
I have an audacious Teddy Bear that is too sweet and open for her own good.
My new job is with her, taking care of her, protecting her and whatever else makes her life better.
I'll serve as her personal bodyguard, receiving payment in the form of eating her pussy out and her coming against my face.
I mean, I'd do it for free to be near her, but I'll do whatever I have to so that I can get my mouth on her.
That means making sure she's happy, and a bit of killing comes along with that, but my girl doesn't need to know that.
I tab down to my next message, and it's from Tristan asking for an update.
What the hell am I going to tell him? I want to keep him out of the country.
If he's away with the girl, then we're in no rush to get to what Teddy believes is her final destination.
She hasn't been able to get much information from her friend.
Tristan is hovering like a psycho. Those are her words, not mine.
I'm sure if the therapist were to get their hands on both Tristan and me, it would be me who would be deemed the more psycho out of the two of us. I feed Tristan some bullshit, give a bit of information, and lie that I'm going to have to go into the estate myself to get a better look.
When Teddy comes twirling out of the bathroom in a frilly purple dress, I close my laptop. "Are you ready for our spa day?"
"Yes," I say. I'm not sure what a spa day entails, but I quickly find out when I'm sitting in a vibrating chair with my feet in warm water with rose petals floating around in it. I can’t help but smile. Never in a million years would you have been able to convince me that I’d be doing this.
I would have laughed in your face for even suggesting it.
"They think I'm older because of you," Teddy whispers from beside me in her own vibrating chair. She takes a sip of the champagne they gave her. They don't give a fuck about her age, not when you're asking for the biggest suite in the building. Money talks and causes people to turn a blind eye.
"Do you like it, Zolotse?" I ask her.
"The bubbles tickle my nose." Teddy scrunches it in a show. "We have massages next." This has her mouth turning downward.
"We don't have to do them." I am not looking forward to that part.
"But that's a spa day must." A small huff leaves her.
"Then why are you upset?" Teddy chews on her bottom lip. "Out with it, Zolotse," I encourage.
"The woman will be all touching you."
"I do not want that," I admit. "I could sit by you while you get one."
"You'll be bored."
"I assure you I will not be."
“Really?” She appears skeptical.
"I do not care to be touched or have people in my space."
"You love my touches." She wiggles her fingers, her nails drying. I'd skipped over the manicure and stuck with only putting my feet in the petal water which I'm sure does nothing. Oh, and these weird patches under my eyes. They made Teddy laugh, so I kept them on.
"You're different."
"I know." She beams at this fact, then glances around, making sure we're still alone.
The two women that had been helping us went to go do other things while Teddy's nails dried and she sipped on her champagne.
I think we're supposed to be relaxing in these annoying chairs.
Who wants to vibrate? Teddy leans over closer when she sees we're still alone.
"How did you do things before? Did you have girls before who were different?
" Teddy is hesitant with her words, making me know they carry weight to them.
"You are the only one that's ever been different," I reassure her.
"Killian," she says with a small, shy smile. "I mean, you've done the deed before." I've done many deeds, and they’ve all ended in death. That can't be the one she is speaking of. "You know—" She wiggles her brows.
"Eat pussy."
"Oh my God." She covers her face with her hands.
"Your nails," I remind her, making her quickly pull them back from her face.
"I meant sex or whatever," she hisses. Teddy might not be so shy about her body anymore, but it appears from her round cheeks that are starting to turn pink that she might still be bashful about sex.
"I have not done those things." Teddy blinks at me, opening and then closing her mouth. Why is she so shocked? I thought we covered this. "Have I upset you?"
"No." Teddy's expression starts to change, and tears fill her eyes.
"You're going to cry." She starts blinking quickly, and panic hits me. I don't panic. When you panic, shit gets sloppy.
"It's not sad." A slow smile forms on her lips. "I'm just really, really happy," she tells me, her face going soft. "I haven't been this happy since before Grams died. I don't feel like anyone ever understands me, but here you are, proving that all wrong."
I rub the center of my chest, a burn forming there.
"Sir, you can't go back there." I hear the blond woman's voice, Kate, who had been one of the two girls that had been taking care of us, talking to someone.
"I can do whatever I want. You know what I paid for my room. The services I've booked," a man shouts back. Teddy's eyes widen, and her lips form a perfect O.
A second later, the man is marching into the area where Teddy and I are. There are only two chairs here. Pretty sure it's for the whole couple package Teddy had picked.
"I was booked for this time," the short, balding man in the suit says. It's custom, and he's wearing a flashy Rolex. I clock every detail about him. The same way I would do any other target or threat. "Are you incompetent? Did you double-book?"
"Hey, don't say that to her," Teddy cuts in, coming to Kate's defense. The man's attention swings fully around to us, focusing on my Zolotse.
The way he takes us in is almost comical.
Seeing it from another viewpoint, I'm sure it is an odd sight.
I barely fit in this chair and have my feet soaking in rose water with these weird slimy things under my eyes.
I'm in a robe, but you can see some of my tattoos, and I'm sitting next to a tiny fairy princess that makes her chair appear like a throne.
"I wasn't speaking to you," the man snaps at my girl, signing his own death certificate. I have to grip my armrest to keep my ass in my seat. I'll gouge his eyes out with my bare fingers.
He sneers at us like we're beneath him when the reality is he will shortly be beneath all of us. Six feet, to be exact. Not to mention my girl could buy and sell his ass.
"Watch it," I warn. He takes a step back when I speak but turns his attention back to Kate, whom he berates a few more times before storming off once she promises to make it all right if he'd give her a few minutes.
"What a buttface." If I wasn't so pissed, I'd laugh at Teddy calling him that. Her innocence never ceases to amaze me.
"I'm sorry," Kate starts to say.
"No, you did nothing; that was all him." Teddy starts to stand, so I quickly do the same and give her my hand to step down. "We can go on to the next part of our spa day if he needs this area."
He no longer needs anything in this life, but I keep that thought to myself.
"I don't know how things got mixed up." Kate's expression is worried, and my girl wants to fix it.
"It's fine, massage time." Teddy perks up her voice. "My man is only going to watch." She wiggles her fingers. "Only I rub on him."
A small laugh comes from Kate. "Thank you, he's a dick." She rolls her eyes. Kate drops her voice. "He's not even here with his wife. Got a new girl in here every month."
"Gross," Teddy says, her lips turning downward.
I'll kill him and then bring him back to life so that I can kill him again.
Kate leads us to the next room, telling us the massage therapist will be in shortly.
"I feel terrible for whatever woman is married to him," she mutters the second we're alone. I grunt in agreement. “Think I can get Kate to give me the wife’s number?”
“I’ll get it.”
“Really?”
“You don’t want to put her in that situation.” I don’t want Teddy poking around about him and putting any heat onto her.
“Oh, you’re right.” She lifts up, wanting to kiss my cheek. “You’re so thoughtful.”
“I’ll slip out when your massage starts to see what I can do.”
“Oh, yes, we’re forming a plan.” She rubs her hands together. “When we complete this mission, I shall give you a massage myself.” I don’t get a chance to respond to her. The massage therapist enters the room, and Teddy does a not-so-subtle zip of her lips and then a wink.
Fuck, she’s adorable. I sit down in the chair in the corner, waiting for my girl to get comfortable, and then I slip from the room to have a little fun of my own. Everyone has their own way to relax and blow off steam. Killing just happens to be mine.
The spa isn’t as awful as I thought it would be. I could get used to this life.