Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
V eronica
I swallowed him whole and ran my tongue over the pierced tip. Rupert shuddered, tugging hard on my hair. I welcomed the pain, slightly delirious with desire. He tasted salty, addictive, and I wanted nothing more than to have him inside me. It had been so long since I’d had sex. Rupert needed to touch me, but a second later he pulled me up from my knees and devoured my lips with relentless passion, making my weak.
“Where did you fucking learn that? It was the best blow job anyone has ever given me,” he breathed into my mouth. He caressed my arse before sliding a finger through my soaking slit. “No, that’s a stupid question. Don’t answer that, but I’ll deliver the next man’s cock in a box if you even think about blowing another bloke.”
His voice sent a tremor through my core. I knew Rupert was possessive, but suddenly his threats turned me on even more. Then he flung two fingers inside me so violently, I nearly came. Sweat dripped down my back as he rubbed my clit with his thumb, moving his two fingers in and out of me. I was so ready for him, my core pulsating with a steady beat. He kept just enough pressure on me, moving in and out, to make me lose my mind.
“Rupert, God, just keep doing—”
“No, I need you to sit on my face because I want to hear you screaming my name when you come. Let’s go,” he urged, withdrawing his fingers and putting it into his mouth.
I groaned with disappointment because I was so close to orgasm, but he was right. This was going to feel so much better once I rode his face in his huge bed that no other woman had ever slept in.The thought of me rocking back and forth on him, my clit grazing his nose, instantly has my pussy throbbing more intensely than it had in a very long time.
He grabbed my hand, and we went back in the club. My jaw ached a little, but this whole thing was worth it. I was getting off on the thrill of having him in my mouth. We found our booth, and I went to grab my bag, but it was gone.
“Oh my God, Rupert, my bag. I left it here…” I said, wondering why I had forgotten about it. That was silly and dumb. All my cards were inside that bag, as well as my phone… Fuck it, I was too drunk to be responsible.
“What? It must be here somewhere,” Rupert said, searching for it. “Let me ask security. Stay here.”
I looked everywhere, but someone must have taken my bag because it was nowhere to be seen. My head was spinning with worry that now I had to block and reorder all my cards. Damn it. Rupert returned after a few minutes, looking none too happy.
“They haven’t seen anyone and their CCTV is fucking broken,” he snapped. “Let’s get home. We’ll sort this out tomorrow.”
“What? Are you out of your mind? All my cards are in my bag, and I don’t even have a phone to call the bank. You shouldn’t have brought us to this dodgy place, Rupert,” I said, unexpectedly angry that he was dismissing my plight like it didn’t even matter. This was a huge deal. Someone was probably trying to use all my cards right now for God knew what. The phone could be blacklisted so no one else could use it, but still, this was so bloody annoying.
“Are you blaming me? Come on, this place is great. I have been coming here for years. You can use my phone to call your bank, but it’s not a huge deal,” he pointed out, trying to grab my hand.
But I didn’t let him. Obviously, he wanted to get out of here, and suddenly I was very, very sober.
“This is a huge deal for me, and yeah, this is all your fault because you brought me here in the first place,” I snapped. I was so bloody furious, even though it didn’t make sense.
He came closer and brought me into his chest.
“Come on, baby, calm down. Let’s go home and enjoy tonight," he tried to console me, but nothing was going to work.
I was filled with panic and overwhelming anxiety. Rupert was also slightly inebriated so all of this—what we were about to do—didn’t feel right anymore.
“All right, we leave, but let’s head to the police first.” I had to report this as soon as possible.
“Police? I think you’re exaggerating a little,” he said with amusement in his tone.
Yeah, he was drunker than I thought. What the hell?
I wanted to punch him. Maybe this was funny to him, but I was having a full-blown panic attack. I didn’t want to go through all the fraud claims with the bank if someone happened to use my card. This sort of thing was always a nightmare.
“You know what? Fuck you! I’m going to take care of this myself. Goodbye, Rupert!” I roared, then turned around and walked away, heading through the crowded club.
Rupert shouted after me, but I didn’t stop. I was so aggravated with the way he’d acted, so I quickly found the way out of the club. He was going to follow me, but whatever, I caught a taxi. Rupert was still shouting after me as I jumped into the car and told the driver to take me back to my place.
I was so wound up, my heart jackhammered. I closed my eyes for a second, telling myself to keep breathing. Maybe I’d exaggerated a little, but this whole thing was Rupert’s fault. Well, even if it wasn’t at first, his behaviour rubbed me the wrong fucking way. When we arrived home, I managed to find twenty quid that I had hidden for emergencies, so I could pay the driver.
It was just after eleven, and I used the house phone to block all my credit cards. Then I collapsed on the bed and quickly fell asleep, wondering if Rupert was pissed off with me for running away or if he thought I was too crazy to keep chasing after me.
My head was banging when I woke up on Sunday morning, and I felt so hungover. I dragged myself out of bed and went to the kitchen to pour myself a glass of water. Someone knocked at the door. I placed a hand over my forehead, breathing through my nose and waiting for the nausea to pass. How could I be so stupid to drink so much after catching a stomach bug? The knocking persisted, while I mulled memories from last night, which were still a bit hazy. I had no idea who was at the door so early, but eventually, I opened it.
“Morning, sunshine. I thought you may need this today,” Rupert said, materialising right in front of me and then entering my apartment.
Bewildered, I stood there, unmoving, for a bit.What the actual fuck was happening?
Then the memories hit like an avalanche. I groaned, wondering if I had truly acted the way I had in that club.
Damn it, I was embarrassed, but at the same time, Rupert did laugh at me. Maybe that was the reason why I’d lost it with him last night.
Rupert walked inside like he fucking owned the place, and when I glanced at the mirror, I nearly had a heart attack. I had dark circles under my eyes, my mascara was smudged around them, and my hair stuck out everywhere. I looked like a complete mess.
“What is it? How did you even get inside the building?” I wanted to dig out a huge hole in the floor and just bury myself in it. I felt so embarrassed that I’d acted out, but Rupert had pissed me off. His lack of understanding of how serious that situation was triggered my anxiety.
“Here’s a new phone with SIM card. You just have to register it and then you should be good to go.” He stared at me with worry in his eyes.
I bit my bottom lip, scrambling for words.
“Thank you, but you didn’t have to do that,” I said. “Give me a minute. I just woke up.”
He didn’t argue as I quickly rushed to the bathroom and washed my face. Around ten minutes later, I emerged from my room half decent, my favourite pink silk dressing gown that I put on earlier making me feel slightly less anxious. Rupert was still in the living room, and it looked like he was setting up my new phone.
“Hold on, mister. How do you know what network I’m with, and why are you here so early?” I asked.
He winked at me.
“You must have forgotten, or maybe I never told you that my brother has a security firm. One of his guys gave me everything I needed,” he said, then switched on a brand-new model of iPhone. It was rose gold, my favourite colour. “I lost control last night, drank way too much, but you were the one who ran away. You shouldn’t have done it. You put yourself at unnecessary risk,” He admonished me.
“You mocked me when I wanted to go to the police, and that really triggered me, so I left. I managed to block my cards when I got home last night—luckily, no one had used them yet,” I said. My relationship with money was rather complicated, and sometimes I sabotaged my own self, thinking I could lose it all. Between my mother and Vincent, oh God, Vincent… Rupert had no idea about Vincent’s blackmail, and for now I had to keep it that way.
My head felt like it was going to explode. I was supposed to only go out with Rupert last night because, as Vincent said, I had to get close to him in order to get my hands of these recordings. And I was so afraid of Rupert's life. It was too dangerous to go to talk to anyone and even if I could, I wasn't sure if there was anything that anyone could do to stop Vincent. I hated this, hated myself because I wanted Rupert, but all these lies were draining all the energy out of me.I don’t know what to do and I need to figure this all out, and quick.
“Hey, I normally stay away from alcohol. Last night I was drunk, and people have told me before that I act like an idiot when I am, so I do owe you an apology. I didn’t mean to upset you. When I woke up this morning with a hangover, I realised I’d indeed acted like an arsehole,” he explained, reaching out to take me in his arms.
I let him hug me. He smelled so nice, and I felt so terrible. I wished I could tell Vincent to go to hell, but I couldn’t risk putting Rupert's life in danger. Not just Rupert, but his entire family was in trouble. I felt sick to my stomach when I showed me the pictures of Rupert playing with Maja. I forced my tears away. There was no way I could break in front of him. He’d know something was wrong.
“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. I freaked out a bit, too. I’ve always struggled with money so I was scared that I might lose everything,” I said, because this was the truth. Just not the truth I should be telling him.
“So, your place is nice and cosy. I can see why you like living here,” he said when he let go of me.
When Rupert picked me up last night, I hadn’t even let him inside as we’d left pretty quickly.
“I found this place first, getting a great deal on it as I’d mentioned, then I met Laura and we moved in together,” I said.
God, getting to taste him so intimately last night had been heaven. I wanted to kiss him, but I inexplicably lacked confidence. I hadn’t had a chance to cover my freckles with makeup yet. Also, I didn’t think I could sleep with him while this thing with Vincent was hanging over my head.It was beginning to consume all my thoughts.
“No wonder why Spencer hired Laura. She looks a lot like Samantha in this picture. If I didn’t know any better, I would say that the two of them must be related. The resemblance is so striking,” Rupert said, staring at the picture of me and Laura on the London Bridge.
I frowned and walked up to him.
“Who the hell is Samantha?” I asked, staring down at my roommate who was beaming with happiness that day. At the time, she was still dating that wanker, Jake, the international pop star. I knew he was bad news the moment she got with him, but it was none of my business.
Rupert scratched his head, still studying the picture with a certain intensity.
“Samantha is Maja’s mother, Spencer’s ex. When Maja was about six weeks old, Sam went out to get coffee and never came back. I swear to God, Laura looks exactly like her in this photo,” he explained, bewildered.
“Maybe that’s why your brother wants her so much, because she is the spitting image of his ex. Have you got a picture of her by any chance, so we could compare?” I asked, because what were the chances?
Laura had a missing sister somewhere out there. She had tried to look for her, but so far without any luck. They were both born in Poland, and Laura mentioned she could hardly even remember her. This was nuts, though, to even consider she and this Samantha could be related.The odds had to be astronomical. The probability had to be near zero.
“No, Spencer hasn’t seen her in almost ten years, but I do have some old photos at home. This is freaking me out a little. I know it’s been ten years, but the resemblance is so striking,” Rupert kept saying.
My spine started to tingle. But what if it were true? Even if the chance was negligible…
“Was Sam born in Poland?” I asked and then quickly added, "Laura had a sister but they got separated when she got adopted. She has been searching for her for years. Can you imagine what would happen if Sam turned out to be Laura’s biological sister? I think everyone would totally freak out over this.”
“No, I don’t think so. As far as I know, Samantha is British, but yeah, that would be so fucking unbelievable,” Rupert admitted, scratching his head.
And this made me feel slightly better. Samantha likely wasn’t Polish, so there was no way she could have been Laura’s real sister, but I had to mention this to my friend. Maybe she could find some old pictures of Spencer’s ex-girlfriend. I didn’t know they were married when they’d had Maja, but this woman was his ex, after all.
Laura was tall, and she could have easily been a model, but I suspected that life in the spotlight wasn’t for her. She was also beautiful with long blonde hair, sporting those delicate Slavic features—quite unique-looking.
“Now come on, let me take you out for breakfast so you can tell me more about your childhood.”
Rupert’s voice brought me back to reality.
I suddenly forgot about Laura when he leaned closer and added, “And then maybe we can carry on where we left off later on?”
Damn it, he was trouble, especially when he stared at me like he was already very much in love with me.