Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 71348 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 357(@200wpm)___ 285(@250wpm)___ 238(@300wpm)
“She has a lot to work through,” Gage said, pouring himself a drink.
So far, she was working through it by keeping me buried inside her pussy. I wasn’t complaining, but I was concerned. I didn’t know how to help her, and right now, all she seemed to want from me was my dick. That couldn’t be a healthy response.
“She’ll be okay. She needs time,” I told him.
He walked over and sat down on the sofa. “She asked about who left the envelope yet?”
I shook my head, swirling the liquid in my cup around as I looked at it. I had expected her to ask that, but then after all she’d learned, I doubted that ranked very high right now. But it would soon, and I needed to have an answer.
“Levi told you that the security company said the three cameras that should have shown us who took the file from your office and put it at your door were all paused?”
I nodded. “Yeah, he did. Fucking infuriates me.”
“Can’t just be anyone,” he muttered.
He was right. It was very limited on who it could be. Right now, the only video feed we had that morning during the time the other cameras had been paused was one of Angel coming down the stairs, going to the kitchen, getting herself some water, and fixing a bowl of berries, then going back up the stairs. And there was no fucking way Angel had figured out how to pause the damn cameras from the control room. Gina had said she was taking a shower, and Angel had backed that up.
“You haven’t put a gun to my or Levi’s head, so I am assuming you don’t think we did it,” Gage said.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t.”
Although I wasn’t positive about Gina. She could have figured out the security system controls. The shower cover-up could easily be set into place. She could have turned the shower on and lied to Angel while she did it. I just hated accusing her of it unless I had fucking proof.
“Weird that no cars were seen arriving that morning. I would swear it was Trev, but he couldn’t have snuck in here without the cameras outside seeing him.”
I’d thought the same thing. Trev had liked Madeline, but it had been lust. He wasn’t in love with her. He’d wanted to fuck her. He hadn’t had enough time with her to realize how special she was. He wouldn’t have done it.
“They missed something. Made a mistake somewhere, and it’ll show up. I’m looking for it,” I replied, then took a long drink.
“I fucking hope it’s not Gina,” he said. His tone made it clear that he didn’t see how it could be anyone else.
I hoped it wasn’t too, but right now, there didn’t seem to be any other answer.
“Speaking of, where is Gina?” he asked.
“Not sure. Probably upstairs with Angel,” I replied.
I needed her to keep Angel up there. I wasn’t mentally sound enough to deal with her at the moment. I had bigger issues.
“When does Angel go to sleep?” he asked.
“I don’t fucking know. Why?”
He shrugged. “I need my dick sucked. Gina is a fucking pro.”
I grunted and sat down in the chair beside the fireplace. “I don’t want to think about Gina and your cock. She’s like my sister.” Who might have fucking betrayed me.
“Fair enough,” Gage replied. “Mind if I have some folks over?”
I threw back the rest of my drink, then set the glass down on the table beside me. “Not in the mood for one of your public fuckfests,” I told him, knowing that was what he was after.
“Not even if I have those two strippers over from Devil’s Lair who suck on each other’s tits and finger each other?” His tone was hopeful.
“It’s time you get your own place,” I said, annoyed. “That shit can’t happen with Madeline here. I don’t want her walking in on that.”
“You don’t have to join in,” he pointed out.
“I don’t want her seeing that shit in her own home,” I told him, growing pissed by the second.
He sighed. “She’s moving in for good. We need a place. Where we can fuck, have orgies, parties, that shit.”
I laid my head back on the chair. Gage was a whore. He was also ruthless. He could slice a man open, then turn around and fuck some bitch beside the dead carcass. There was enough twisted shit in his head that it made him invaluable. But right now, I wasn’t in the mood to talk about his future fuck locations.
“We’re having an orgy? Did someone get those strippers from Devil’s who fuck around with each other? I’ve been missing them. What’re their names, Kitty and Starla?” Levi asked as he walked into the living room.
“No fucking here anymore. We need a new place,” Gage told him.