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I sigh with relief when I get back to my room without getting busted. I managed to get my phone from his office whilst I was there, just in case I was busted. It gave me a reason to be there. Even though I already have my other phone stashed in my overnight bag. I power it on whilst I wait for the files to be transferred to a new USB.
Me
Done
Baxter
Back gate, twenty minutes.
I delete our texts and decide to head out whilst everything is still quiet.
My bones freeze whilst I stand at the gate and Baxter steps out of the shadows.
“Good job,” he says when I hand over the USB.
“I want copies, leave them in my room.” He nods.
“And you leave me and Elsie out of whatever you have planned.” He nods again and makes a cross over his heart. I almost smile, but choose instead to shake my head and walk back the way I came. I take my time. I see a light coming from the pool house around the back. I have never seen anyone ever use it. I mean, it’s freaking cold all the time, so the outdoor pool seems like it’s only there for show.
I have also never been into the pool house to see if someone lives there.
I should knock, but I don’t. Opening the door, I spot Onyx. The entire pool house is an open space, a home gym of sorts. Onyx is unleashing whatever anger he is holding onto into a boxing bag. I stand and stare. Watching the muscles in his arms, the way the sweat rolls down his back. The mosaic of cuts and bruises Covering his skin. What the hell? First Slate, now him?
“What do you want?” he snaps, turning to face me, pulling off his gloves. I shrug.
As he stalks towards me, anger radiates from him. I can see the conflict in his eyes. He wants me, but he also hates me and that kind of burns. What did I do to deserve his hatred?
“You look...stupid,” he huffs.
“Laura decided I need a makeover.” He snorts and his hand falls to my hip.
“I need you,” he whispers, placing his clammy forehead against mine.
“I need you too,” I hesitate and then add, “you can go back to hating me tomorrow.”
Things heat up between us, fast. There is no taking our time. He moves me swiftly, bending me over a table. My skirt is pulled up, my tights pulled down. He doesn’t remove them all the way. A hand slides under my stomach, lifting me slightly, and I feel his cock line up with my entrance. The intrusion burns as I adjust to his girth. My eyes close at the pain and pleasure rolled into one.
His thrusts are short and quick, he isn’t trying to impress me, this is about him getting off, using me. I can feel it. Sick as I am, I love it.
His hand slips from my stomach, as he lowers his middle finger seeking out my clit. He surprises me. I didn’t expect him to give, just take. But the feeling of Onyx taking out his anger on me already has me on edge, so a few flicks and I’m milking his dick with my orgasm, screaming out his name.
He finds his release not long after, pulling himself out of me and dropping me back on the table. He doesn’t offer me a hand. He leaves me lying face down on the cool surface. The door opening and a cool breeze are the only indications that he has left.
I pull myself together. What have I done? I have now slept with them all, in a matter of months. My poor judgment has tears sliding down my face. How did I picture this ending? With all four of us riding off happily into the sunset? I’m an idiot. This isn’t some TLC program like ‘Sister Wives’ where that dude has a handful of wives and they make it work.
This is the real world, one my brother and Smalls have sheltered me from. The heart ache they tried to spare me from having to endure. I’m suddenly thankful it won’t be long until I’m back under their watchful eye where they can keep me in line.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Amelie
Monty has been holed up in his office all day, and Laura has been sulking. Engaged one week and it’s already off to a flying start. Not that it would have lasted that long anyway.
I hope they have a prenup; any guy in their right mind would have one if they wanted to marry her. How long until divorcing him got her something? That’s how long she would stay.
After our grand day out yesterday and then their bust-up, I ended up having the house to myself for the evening. I hung out in the perfect lounge and watched movies on the cinema screen. Eventually I went to bed. I was tempted to sleep in Slate’s bed, but I thought I better not. It wouldn’t do well to be caught in there, so I had to suck it up and finally use ‘my’ room.
The day goes by astonishingly fast, with only a little interruption from Laura asking me to bake with her.
