by Stefani, Z.
“You’re drunk, Lila, go sleep it off. Be thankful I’m in such a good mood. I’m enjoying my party too much to be bothered by a desperate, drunken slut like you. Tell me again why the guys from the advertising department call you the local ATM?” Heaven’s poker face was gone as she repeated the gossip she’d heard the secretaries discussing over a dozen times. In its place was a look of pure smugness. It was a look that clawed up Lila’s back like nails. “How does one get the nickname Ass-To-Mouth?”
“That’s disgusting,” Lila hissed.
“I know; I’m so glad that’s not my nickname,” Heaven chuckled.
“Slanderous bitch! You act so innocent, but how many dicks did you suck to get your position? Everyone knows you’re an undercover slut!”
“Careful,” Heaven warned her. Lila’s words had sparked her anger, and Heaven was ready to pummel the drunk.
“What are you going to do—hit me again?”
“I don’t need to hit you again to hurt you.” She laid her head against Julian. He instinctively wrapped his arm around her shoulder. Heaven smiled at the look of pure jealousy on Lila’s face. “Ouch.”
“Bitch,” Lila took a step towards Heaven.
“On the other hand, slapping you would be a great way to relieve a little steam.” Heaven closed the distance between them and raised her hand.
“Get out of here,” Julian yelled at Lila as he grabbed Heaven’s extended hand.
“But—" Lila turned to Julian.
“You’ll go if you know what’s good for you,” Heaven threatened her as she raised her other hand. Lila jumped back and almost stumbled.
“This isn’t over,” Lila slurred before she turned around and staggered out of the door.
Once she was gone, Julian started talking, “Look, she barged in here, I had nothing to do with this—“
“Shush.” She put her finger to his lips, “I know; I saw the whole thing.” She removed her finger from his lips and replaced it with a kiss.
“Good, I wasn’t looking forward to explaining that one.”
“You handled yourself quite well. The man whore has officially retired,” she smirked before wrapping her arms around his neck.
“More like he fell in love,” he said with a grin before accepting another kiss from her. “If you want to make it through the rest of this party, you better stop kissing me.”
“I guess so.” She smiled as she slid her hand down to his impressive erection.
“You better stop doing that too,” he chuckled as he hugged her tightly.
***
Juliette and Ronnie sat at one of the small, red, glass tables. They were sharing a large strawberry shortcake and extra-large strawberry daiquiri.
“Wow, she’s even more repulsive than I thought,” Juliette frowned as she watched Lila stagger across the floor.
“She should probably make her way home before she embarrasses herself,” Ronnie said sympathetically.
“Too late. I still can’t believe you were in a relationship with her,” Juliette said. She didn’t like the compassionate look he was directing towards Lila.
“Not a relationship; I mean, we had sex a few times,” he answered, feeling awkward.
“Do you just go around having sex with women whom you’re supposed to be securing? That’s not your thing, is it? How many women from work have you been with? That’s not what this is, is it?” she snapped.
“No, not at all. I really like you, Juliette, I always have. I’ve never been with any other woman from the building. Only Lila and that was a fluke.”
“A fluke?”
“I think she wanted something from me, but I was never sure what it was. She was hot and heavy for me for about two weeks before she went back to ignoring me.”
“Why would she ignore you, especially when she seems so desperate for a man’s attention? Did you do something she didn’t like?” Juliette asked.
“No, it wasn’t me. Part of me thinks that it was because of Mr. King and Ms. Deville being exposed. I don’t think she wanted our relationship to get out. She ended it directly after the sex tape incident. I think she was afraid someone would find out. She saw the hell that Ms. Deville and Mr. King went through, and she didn’t want to go through that.”
“Maybe,” Juliette murmured, although she highly doubted that Lila left him for those reasons. With the exception of Julian, Lila only used men for what she needed. If she had stopped seeing Ronnie, it was not because of what happened to Julian—it was because she probably didn’t need him anymore.
***
“Let’s stay here tonight. We can go home tomorrow night or early Monday morning.” Julian ran his hand over her cheek before sliding his thumb across her lips.
“We could have like a mini-engagement-honeymoon.” Heaven beamed at the great idea.
“I thought honeymoons were exclusively for weddings?” Julian raised his brow.
“Not anymore.”
“Let’s go.” Julian grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers.
“Now?”
“Yes.”
“You mean just bail on our party?” she gasped in excitement.
“We already announced our engagement. We can slip away unnoticed, and they can continue to party all night long.”
“You’re like a fountain of excellent ideas tonight.”
He grabbed her hand and led her out of the party. He took her to the elevator and headed towards the penthouse.
***
Gavin hid the handmade shank in the only place he knew they wouldn’t check. They only did body cavity searches after receiving visitors, and since Gavin had no visitors, there was no reason to check him. He wrapped the weapon in cloth to protect himself from being cut, and he also limited his movements.
Gavin was still receiving threats from the other prisoners who considered him a snitch. His seclusion from the population increased after another inmate started a physical altercation with Gavin. He was even showering by himself now, with none other than the man he had saved guarding the shower room door. He was the guard who trusted Gavin the most. He periodically checked in on him, but not enough to ruin Gavin’s plan.
It was the perfect setup, since the other shower room next to him was full of prisoners and there was a locked door between the rooms. Fortunately, it locked on Gavin’s side but could easily be picked and opened from the opposite side.
Gavin squatted down and braced himself as he quickly removed the shank that was hidden inside of him. He then went to the door that separated the general population shower from the private shower. He unlocked the door, but left it closed; then he used the shank to make it look as if someone had tinkered with it.
He went over to the water and took a deep breath. He clenched his jaw and braced for the pain as he stabbed himself in the arm with the shank. His arm began to bleed profusely, and Gavin smeared some blood across his chest to make it look like another wound.
He dropped the weapon on the floor and opened the door that separated the showers. He dropped the bloody shank right before the door and smeared blood on both handles, and then turned around and headed for the main door, where the guard waited on the other side for him. He threw open the door and staggered out. The shocked guard took a step back and immediately called for backup.
“Please help me,” Gavin cried as he dropped to his knees before the guard. “He came in from the other shower and stabbed me.”
“Who did this to you?” the guard asked as if he expected Gavin to die with the truth.
“I-I c-couldn’t see him, b-but he called me a c-cop-loving s-snitch,” Gavin said before he fell to the floor and closed his eyes.
It was a dramatic display that was easy to achieve since Gavin was actually becoming weak from the blood loss.
“Hurry!” the guard yelled as his fellow guards came running. “This man saved my life; we have to help him!”
The Engagement Honeymoon
Julian and Heaven had so much sex they co
uld no longer move. Muscles they’d never felt before were now strained. They lay naked and exhausted on the bed, as still as stone.
“We should probably eat something,” Heaven suggested, although she didn’t have the strength to call room service.
“I don’t have the energy,” Julian moaned when he heard his phone ring.
By the fifth ring, Heaven turned to Julian, “Maybe it’s an emergency.”
“I doubt it,” he said as he drew the strength to sit up and grab his phone. He wasn’t sure if it hurt more to sit up than it did to remove his arm from Heaven’s warm skin.
“You never know,” she said with a shiver; she was cold now that he’d moved away.
“Yeah?” he barked into the receiver. “What? You’re here now? Damn. All right, I’ll be down.”
“Who was that?”
“Alex and Leister, they’re downstairs at the bar. They came to congratulate me.”
“Should I get dressed?” she asked as she wrapped the sheet around her.
“Hell no,” he pulled the sheet back down. “I’m not letting them up here.”
“Good,” she lay back down.
“Damn,” Julian groaned as he watched her. He hurried and dressed; the quicker he got down there, the quicker he could get back.
“Hurry,” Heaven said as he bent to kiss her.
“I will,” he kissed her again and continued with a sly grin. “Don’t move and don’t get dressed; I don’t want you to do anything until I get back. Don’t even get off the bed.”
Julian hurried down to the bar to see his friends waiting for him.
“Congratulations, man!” Leister raised his glass as he patted Julian on the back.
“The King of Kink is settling down; I can’t believe it.” Lincoln embraced Julian and patted him on the back.
“I knew this was coming,” Alex hugged his friend. “Congratulations, you’re a lucky man.”
“Get us a table,” Julian told one of the staff members.
“Right over here, sir,” the woman said with a smile.
“Damn you look good in that uniform,” Lincoln smiled at the waitress as they followed behind her.
“Where’s Aries?” Julian asked as he sat down.
“He’s still on that business trip; he’s not due back for another month,” Alex answered.
“I still can’t believe you’re getting married.” Leister was shocked beyond words.
Alex grinned. “You’ve seen Sevigne; you shouldn’t be shocked.”
“I can’t believe you didn’t invite us to the engagement party,” Lincoln whined.
“Correction, he didn’t invite you; he invited the rest of us,” Alex corrected him.
“You guys went without me?” Lincoln’s eyes grew wide.
“Of course we did,” Alex said. “Aries couldn’t go because of work.”
Julian took a drink of his cognac. “It wasn’t your type of party.”
“No sex?” Lincoln still couldn’t believe it.
“No,” Julian felt disgust at the thought. He felt disgust that he was still perceived that way.
“Let us throw you one last kink fest,” Leister suggested, although he already knew that Julian would decline.
“Yeah right,” Alex shook his head.
“It’s your last chance to be a smut, let’s go hard.” Lincoln became overexcited at the thought. “You can go out with a bang.”
“No.” Julian shook his head, not the least bit interested.
“You don’t want the kinkiest sex of your life before you get married?” Lincoln was aghast.
“Trust me; I will be having the kinkiest sex of my life before I get married. But, I’ll be having it with my fiancée,” Julian stated.
“Damn, are we invited?” Lincoln joked, but the look on Julian’s face cut him short.
“That’s not funny,” Julian glared at him.
“That was wrong,” Alex looked at Lincoln in disgust.
Lincoln hung his head for a moment. “I was just kidding, King. Sorry, man.”
“You know better than that,” Leister scowled at Lincoln. “Just one last party, King? We can’t talk you into it?” Leister tried one last time.
“No, I’m done with that shit. I’ve got what I want.” He drained his drink and stood up. “Matter of fact, I’m going back now.” They kept mentioning Heaven, and he kept thinking about her. He couldn’t wait to get back to their room.
“Come on, King; don’t leave yet,” Lincoln pleaded.
“Just one more drink, man,” Leister pleaded.
“You saw the girl I’m getting ready to marry. Why would I want to have a drink with you when I can have one with her? I’m out of here,” Julian finished before he turned and left.
“I have to agree with him. I’d rather be with my wife than you,” Alex agreed as he rose from the table.
***
“Only you would have a back-to-back engagement party and wedding,” Jade laughed.
“I wish you could have been here for the engagement party.”
“I know…I feel terrible. I was thinking about coming a little early so we could celebrate. I know bachelorette parties aren’t your thing, so I figured we could do a party at your mom’s. She would love that.”
“Yes, she would. Hmm, I never thought about having a bachelorette party,” Heaven pondered the idea for a moment.
“I would love to throw you one; you should think about it.”
“Maybe.”
***
Julian walked into the room to see Heaven half-naked on the bed. He was happy that he’d cut that conversation with his friends short.
“I just talked to Jade,” Heaven beamed with excitement.
“How is she doing?” he asked as he walked towards her.
“She’s coming early for the wedding.” Heaven smiled. “She wants to throw a bachelorette party.”
“No,” he shook his head as he sat on the bed.
“What do you mean by no?”
“I mean no. Bachelorette means single, and you’re not single. You’re not a bachelorette. As far as I’m concerned, you’re a married woman.”
“I’m having one.” She stood up and put on her shirt, ready to go into verbal battle.
“Take that back off,” he demanded.
“I’m having a bachelorette party, end of conversation.”
“No, you’re not.” He stood up and walked over to her.
“Yes, I am.”
“Then I’m going too,” he said as he slid his hand up her chest.
“Why would you want to go to a bachelorette party?”
“I know what goes on at bachelorette parties. You’re not having one without me.” He pulled her tube top below her breasts. When he bent to kiss the side of her neck, she nuzzled her face against the side of his.
“Then you can’t have a bachelor party without me either.” She kissed the side of his face before he pulled back to look at her.
“I’m not having a bachelor party at all; I’m not a bachelor.”
She smiled. “Fine…I won’t have a bachelorette party. But you have to promise to bake me a cake and wear one of those service uniforms while giving me a lap dance.”
“I draw the line with the lap dance and the uniform. But I will get you a cake. I promise to spread that cake over every inch of your body, and I promise to remove it all with my mouth. I also promise to fuck you until you see stars.”
“It’s a deal,” she whispered before their lips locked.
***
“Let’s skip work Monday,” Julian suggested as he pulled her closer.
“No, I promised Susan I would be there when she went on the stand.”
“What? No, that’s too much; you already helped her,” he pulled back to look at her.
“I’m going to be there for moral support…I promised her.”
“I have an awful feeling about this,” he warned her.
“It’s perfectly fine. What could possibly go wrong?”
she kissed his forehead as she pulled him closer.
***
Gavin lay in the hospital bed with only one arm cuffed to the rail. His injured arm was free, and although it was still sore, he would use the free limb to his advantage. He had been acting comatose for the past few days and the staff had become even more relaxed around him. No one would suspect what he was about to do. He was the soft-spoken, well-mannered prisoner who had risked his own life to save a guard’s life.
