“Just how do you know that?” Slade snaps, taking a step toward me.
“Hang on,” Micah says calmly, “we don’t know anything yet.” He looks at Slade.
Slade turns and speaks to him in a hushed tone and I am unable to hear what he is saying.
“Hey,” I say, getting his attention, “what are you whispering about?”
Slade starts to speak, but Micah interrupts him. “There are the police.”
For what feels like the hundredth time in the past few weeks, I explain to the police what happened, which wasn’t much since I didn’t see anything. They asked me the same questions that Slade had just asked, along with several more.
“Is anything missing out of the truck?” the officer asks looking over at Slade.
“Micah and I looked through it. Everything seems to be in place.”
The officer nods. “That is not uncommon. In a parking lot like this the thieves usually get spooked before they get the chance to get their hands on what they want.”
They tell Slade they will be in touch soon before they get in their police car and drive away.
Slade turns to me. “I’m going to let Micah drive the truck home.”
I nod and start walking over to his car. “Why couldn’t I drive the truck home?” I question once he gets in.
“It’s not safe,” he says, keeping his eyes on the windshield as we pull out of the parking lot.
I stare down at my hands as they sit in my lap. Why do I feel like I did something wrong? “Are you mad at me?” I ask quietly.
He lets out a long breath. “I want to know why you were out shopping by yourself.”
“Why is it so wrong that I went shopping?”
“Because someone is after you,” he snaps.
“No one is after me. Even the cop said it could be a coincidence.”
“That cop doesn’t know. He was guessing,”
“Then why did you even call them if they can’t help us?” I demand.
He doesn’t answer as he pulls into the driveway. I don’t even bother waiting for him to turn the car off before I jump out and storm into the house.
I grab myself a bottle of water out of the kitchen. I can hear Slade and Micah speaking in the garage, but once again, I can’t make out what they are saying.
I walk over to the door leading out to the garage quietly, trying to overhear their conversation, when the door swings open causing me to jump back.
Slade walks in carrying the bags that I had left in the car. He hands them over to me, and then heads toward our bedroom. I follow him.
I enter the bedroom to find him standing at the end of our bed. He looks over at me with a frown on his face. “What did you do with all of the sheets?”
I bite my bottom lip nervously, as I confess, “I threw them away.”
“Why would you do that?”
“Because I thought it was time for new ones. If you don’t like them, I can return them and get something else.”
He gives me a small smile and moves in front of me. He reaches up, pushing a strand of hair behind my ear. “I love them.”
I smile back at him, hoping that this takes his mind off of what happened to Nadia. “You haven’t even seen them.” I give him a little laugh.
“You picked them out, I’m sure they are beautiful.” He laughs. “And very girly.”
“I kept you in mind while I was shopping.”
He pulls me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. He lowers his head down to mine and I lift up, throwing my arms around his neck.
“Why don’t you try on your Halloween outfit on for me?” His breath falls on my neck, making me shiver.
“No. You only have to wait two more days,” I whisper, “but I do have something else I can try on for you.”
He pulls away from me and falls onto the bed. He lies on his side and props his head up with one hand. “What are you waiting for?” he prompts, cocking an eyebrow.
I laugh as I turn and walk into our closet. I pull out my Frederick’s bag that I had hidden in the back of the closet from my shopping trip with Holly last weekend.
I slip on the bright pink lace thong that has silver rhinestones on it. I then pull out the matching corset and begin to fasten the hooks together, starting from the bottom working my way up. Once I finish, I step into the black heels that he bought me for my birthday. I know how much they terrify him, but they are sexy as hell and add a little darkness to the outfit since it is so bright.
I open the closet door and stand in the doorway looking into the bedroom. I frown when I don’t see him. I scan the room a couple of times and take a step out into the bedroom.
I stand there for a few seconds until I hear his voice coming from his office. I make my way down the hallway and stop at his office door. He’s leaning over his desk as he writes something down.
“I can do that. I’m not returning to the office today, but I will be in first thing in the morning,” he says into the phone. “Yes, we will discuss the complications of that first thing in the morning.”
I smile as he nods to himself while the person on the other end of the line speaks to him.
“Absolutely, sir.” He pulls it away from his ear and hangs up, releasing a sigh. He then sits back in his chair with his eyes closed as he exhales another sigh.
I walk into the office and go to stand behind him. I lean down to his ear and whisper. “Why so stressed, baby?”
He jumps and I let out a little laugh, wrapping my arms around his neck. “You scared me.” He chuckles to himself.
“Well, I stood in front of you for two minutes and you never even saw me,” I whisper quietly.
He reaches up and places his hands over mine. “Sorry, Angel. I just have a lot on my mind.”
I stand back and spin his chair around. I smile when he sees my outfit. His eyes look me up and down before they land on my chest. I will admit those babies are pushed up so high they practically touch my chin.
“You like?” I cup my breasts and run my hands slowly down my corset.
“I love,” he says in awe. His eyes are now following my hands.
I lean over placing my hands on his thighs. I look down to see his dick bulging behind his zipper.
He reaches up, grabbing the back of my neck. He pulls my lips toward his so fast I almost lose my balance. His kiss is hard, his lips stealing my breath as his tongue invades my mouth. I lean into him, letting him have whatever he wants. I want him to bend me over his desk, rip my panties off and fuck me right here.
He pulls away as his cell rings. I stand up, inhaling deeply and pulling my corset down as he turns his chair so he can answer his phone.
“Hello?” he asks, clearing his throat.
“This is he.” He pauses. “Yes, Mr. Noland. I spoke to your son just a few minutes ago. I told him we would go over his case first thing in the morning.”
I walk around his desk to try to get his attention. His glances up at me and then looks back down to his desk as he picks up a pen. “Yes, that is what I said. I will need to know the names of all the parties involved.” He looks up at me and it’s like he forgets he’s on the phone. His eyes lock on mine and I can see the desire. He wants to crawl over his desk and pin me to the floor. He wants to take me just the way I like it.
“Huh?” he says with those blue eyes still on mine.
He shakes his head and looks back down to his desk as he snaps out of it. “One moment, Mr. Noland,” he says pulling the phone away from his ear, cupping one hand over the speaker.
“I need to take this call, Angel. I’ll be in the bedroom as soon as I’m done.” He then places the phone back to his ear and picks up his pen.
I let out a breath and turn around. I walk into our bedroom, and take off my shoes followed by corset, throwing it onto the floor by the bed. I then pick up the sack that has the new sheets and take it to the laundry room to wash them.
I slide the new pillowcase on my pillow and lie down on top of our new clea
n sheets. Slade is still in his office. At some point, while I was doing laundry he closed his door. I made him some dinner while the sheets were being washed. I half expected for him to appear and take me in the kitchen, but that was just wishful thinking.
I get up off the bed and head into our bathroom. I think a hot bubble bath sounds good.
I pour some bubbles in as the water rises. I take off my panties and step into the bathtub. I hiss in a breath at how hot it is, but it feels so good. Once settled, I lean my head back and just enjoy the sound of the water filling up the tub.
“May I join you?”
I open my eyes and look up to see Slade unbuttoning his shirt. “If you want.” I shrug carelessly.
He takes off his shirt and then goes to work on his pants.
“Fuck, Angel,” he hisses as he places a foot into the water.
I let out a little giggle. “I like it hot,” I say as he sits down behind me, making the water splash over the side of the tub.
I lean back against him and he wraps his arms around my shoulders. “Sorry about earlier.”
“It’s okay.” I understand his work is important to him. I would never try to come between that.
“Let me make it up to you.” His arm comes around my side and he reaches up to massage my breast.
CHAPTER TWENTY
I lightly pinch her nipple and she arches her back. I reach down and take her hands in mine. I lift her hands to her tits. “I want you to play with them.”
“I, uh....”
“It’s okay. I want to watch you while I make you come.” I love that she has never done the things that we do. I love that I get to experience her first reaction to them.
I place my hand between her legs, sliding two fingers in and out of her. She leans her head back on my shoulder and closes her eyes.
She moans and lifts her hips up a bit and I watch her pinch her nipples a little harder. “You’re so fucking sexy.” I lean down and whisper in her ear. “I could never get enough of you. Of this.” I push my fingers in a little deeper, emphasizing what I meant.
I smile as her body slightly jerks. My cock is so fucking hard for her. I want it to be my dick moving in and out of her, not my fingers. But I won’t, tonight is just about her. I want to pleasure her. She’s always trying to make me happy and I know with everything that has been going on, I feel like I’m either worried about her safety, or yelling at her. Even if I have to make her come twenty times to make it up to her, I will.
She starts to pant and I see that her hands are resting on her perfect tits.
I bring my hand around and place it over her hand. “Don’t stop, baby.”
She moans as she grips her breasts roughly as if she had forgotten what she was doing.
My fingers get more forceful and my thumb runs over her clit. I lean down and start to nibble on her ear. I open my eyes as she tightens around my fingers and I watch as she pinches her nipples and pulls on her breasts.
Her sweet voice fills the bathroom as she comes, body shaking and panting for breath. I remove my fingers and let her rest against my chest as she continues to breathe heavy.
“I love you.” I bend down and kiss the top of her head.
“I love you,” she whispers. I know she’s tired. It’s been a long day for both of us.
“Come on. Let me get you washed up and then you can go to bed.”
She just nods her head and I smile. Although my dick is hard and aching for her, it will just have to wait until tomorrow.
“Can you guys replace it?” I say into the phone, talking to Tate, while sitting behind my desk at the firm.
“Yeah. It shouldn’t be a problem. If you want to bring it by tonight, you can leave it over the weekend.”
“Okay. There’s no rush. Tomorrow is Halloween and she has the Tahoe she can drive.”
“I’ll order the window after we hang up. If you want to drop it off tonight, I can put it in as soon as it arrives.”
“Sounds good. Thanks, Tate.”
“No problem.”
I hang up the phone and look at Micah sitting across from me.
“Do you think it was the same person who broke into your house?” he asks, sounding worried.
“I don’t know,” I growl, running a hand through my hair. “I thought the person that broke into the house was after me. What if they are after Angel?”
“Maybe Jax is back in town?”
I stare at him, trying to decide if that could be a possibility.
He shrugs. “He did cheat on Sam in your house. Now you are with her.” He shrugs again. “It makes sense.”
“Yes, it does.”
“Has she heard from him?”
I begin to say no, but pause. Has she heard from him? “Not that I know of.”
“I’m just thinking out loud, don’t listen to me.” He tries giving me a reassuring smile.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Holly says as she comes walking into my office. “I thought you had a meeting. I’ve been sitting in your office for twenty minutes,” she complains, walking toward his chair with her hands on her hips.
“Sorry, babe. My meeting was cancelled, so Slade and I have been trying to figure out who could have broken the back window of Slade’s truck.”
“It was probably Jessica.” Holly plops down into the chair next to Micah. “I swear I don’t know how Sam is putting up with that shit.” She leans up as if she wants to now jump out of her seat. “The bitch just won’t stop. She….” She trails off as Micah and I stare at her wide-eyed.
“What are you talking about?” Micah asks before I can.
“Nothing.” She looks to the floor as she rubs her forehead and lets out an exasperated sigh.
“Holly,” he urges as she stands up. He grabs her hand as she attempts to walk away.
“Holly, if you don’t tell me what you meant, I will call Angel right now and demand that she tell me what she has been keeping from me,” I growl.
She turns to face me and her shoulders slump. “I can’t,” she whispers.
I reach over and pick up my phone but before I can even dial her number, Holly snatches it out of my hand. “Please don’t tell her,” she cries, “she will kill me.”
“Then start talking,” I snap. “Someone broke into our house. Someone broke a window to the truck while she was out shopping.” I release a long breath. “I can’t keep her safe, Holly, if I don’t know all the facts.”
She once again falls into the chair she had just gotten up from. “Jessica has been contacting Sam.”
“How so?” Micah asks as my jaw clenches.
“At first she called Sam from a blocked number, several times. The first couple of times, Sam just ignored it. Then whenever she would answer, Jessica would just hang up. Well one day she actually spoke to Sam. Sam came into work wanting to know what Jessica’s number was.”
“Why would she want her number?” I ask confused.
“Because she had been calling Sam from a blocked number,” she repeats, “so I helped her get the number. The next time Jessica called her using a blocked number she let it to go voicemail and then called Jessica back.”
“And?” Micah asks as I try to process all of this.
She closes her eyes briefly. “Jessica started sending Sam pictures.”
“What sort of pictures?” I ask, standing from my desk.
“Pictures of you having sex with women,” she says quietly.
“What the fuck?” I bark, making her jump.
“Why haven’t you told Slade?” Micah asks also standing from his chair.
“It gets worse.” She sniffs. I can tell she wants to hide and cry. She has betrayed her best friend, but I don’t give a fuck. She is going to tell me everything.
“Then keep going,” I demand.
“Yesterday she sent Sam a video.”
“A video?” I question.
She nods. “A video that you recorded of Bridgette giving you a blow job and then the two of you h
aving sex.”
“I don’t fucking believe this,” I shout.
“It’s not Sam’s fault,” she cries.
“It’s her fault I didn’t know about this,” I shoot back. Obviously, I know it’s not Angel’s fault that I allowed women to record, or take pictures while I was fucking them.
“Calm down, Slade,” Micah says, getting my attention. “Let’s go about this a different way than screaming.”
I point at Holly. “They have both been hiding shit from us.”
Micah runs a hand over his head. “I know.” He looks down at Holly. “What else is there? You said Sam wanted her number? Has Sam been ignoring her, or calling her as well?”
Holly looks up at me with those big brown eyes and slowly shakes her head. I sit down in my chair, letting out a breath. “What has she done?”
She looks at Micah. “You know when I had you come and get me from their house and take me back to your parents’ house to get my car?” He nods. “I took a picture from Sam’s phone of her kissing Slade so she could send it to Jessica.”
I let out a sigh. “This sounds like high school bullshit.” What the fuck did Angel think she would accomplish from that?
She looks at me. “I know, but Sam didn’t know how else to fight back. Jessica tried to pull off those pictures as if you were with those women now. She told Sam that you have been out cheating on her. Sam knew they were old and didn’t believe her for a second.”
“Fucking fantastic,” I say, placing my head in my hands.
“Are you going to tell her that you know?” Holly asks quietly.
“Of course,” I bark, snapping my head up. “I’m not going to keep shit from her like she is me.”
“She didn’t want to make you mad. She knows you have been busy with work and everything else going on,” she tells me, standing from her chair.
I just shake my head. Right now, I don’t give a shit about everything else going on. I’m pissed at Angel for keeping this from me.
Micah kisses Holly on the head and asks her to go wait in his office. “Do you think Jessica has anything to do with all of the stuff that has been happening?”
“I don’t know. At this point I don’t know jack shit, apparently.”
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