7. Face-to-Face
Chapter seven
Face-to-Face
Owen
The way she went down on me in the shower just about blew my mind. Watching her sweet lips wrap around my shaft and have her swallow down every drop when I came was breathtaking.
Beautiful.
She thinks I didn’t see it in her eyes when she was staring at me, tracing my tattoo like she owned me. She’s not willing to admit it yet, but something’s changed. It’s something I’ll work on if I can set some work things straight. I said I’d take her to the ball, and after our shower together, she agreed. Just so we could have some more kinky fuckery. Her words, not mine. They bring a smile to my face, just like she does every time I think about her.
I’m back at my desk. It’s more like a studio apartment than an office. It’s well past office hours. Everyone has either left or is out doing what they are paid to do. Apart from Leon. He’s in the office next door. He tore me a new one after I disappeared on him again today. Even though our current case has been downgraded, we still have a shit-tonne of paperwork and documents to go through. I need to catch up. I’ve been more than a little distracted.
My gut’s telling me something is off with Millie’s ex. I get the feeling something isn’t right. I just need to prove it. The reports indicate the Spanish police have him in custody, but I’m still waiting for face-to-face confirmation. Elliot, from our northern branch, flew out the other day. He’s trying to gain access for us, but the police are being stubborn even though we have the right paperwork.
I need confirmation it’s actually him. I need eyes on him. I never close a job until I have seen them in the flesh, behind bars, dead, or somewhere in between. Then I know that whoever I'm looking after is safe.
I can’t concentrate. The stuff with Jack and Millie is fucking with my head. Even though the job is almost done, I just need to tell him about what happened when Millie was drugged. I’ll do it tomorrow. Leon’s still pissed with me about it and it’s toying with me. When I’m not a hundred per cent the team feels it too and that’s the last thing I want. We’re family, and I over-stepped.
I know when I tell Jack I withheld information about Millie, he’ll want to kill me. We may lose any future work with him and his companies because of my stupid decisions.
It’ll be a huge loss for us, but it won’t send us under. Even if I remove myself from the job lists for a while, the boys will be secure even with my fuck up. I have to tell him the truth. It’s keeping me awake at night. Between the pull I feel for Charlie, this job, and things with Jack, I feel like I need to step back. My actions have and will affect those around me. One in particular. Charlie, I should never have asked her to the ball. Not when I knew I needed to tell Jack. But when I saw that dress, imagined her in it, the realisation that someone else could be taking her, some other fucker could have his hands on her, it hit me hard. I couldn’t let that happen.
Maybe tomorrow will bring a new, better perspective and I won't have to do what I don’t want to do—let her down. Not now, when I can see the change in her eyes.