Chapter 33 Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Three
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Zeke
After minutes in the kitchen, he came back with a frown on his face. “You didn't stock your kitchen yet?” He asked, the frown deepening.
"And who's going to cook?” I asked with an equally exasperated look.
He didn't respond, pulling out his phone instead. His fingers danced over the screen, before muttering, “Done. I ordered takeout.”
The delivery guy arrived exactly thirty minutes later. I offered to get it, which turned out to be a mistake. There was no way I couldn't recognize that voice. That black hair which haunted my dreams. I froze midway to collect the takeout box. My throat flexed as I glanced down the far end of the hall. There she was, about to enter the elevator alongside the redhead beauty I'd seen her with last night. Both of them were laughing, and were obviously friends. I knew what I should do was to collect the box, sign off, and head back into my apartment before she'd see me.
Instead, my legs remained rooted to the ground, watching her until the elevator shut close. Only then did I snap out of my temporary trance. Qyle was on his phone when I got back inside. A frown etched on his forehead.
"You should know the names of all your tenants. Why didn't you tell me Mirabella lived here?” I asked, like it was his fault.
“It was none of my business.” He replied curtly.
Thinking of nothing else to say, I plopped down on the chair.
“Isn't that good? You guys are close to each other.” He continued, without lifting his head away from his phone.
I looked at him, wanting to punch his face. “I'm giving her space. That's what she wants.” I sighed, and massaged my temple.
He finally glanced at me, but it was only for a moment. “Ohh,” he shrugged. “And does that space include stalking her?”
I groaned. “I. Didn't. Stalk. Her.” I retorted through gritted teeth.
He ignored me, and pulled the box closer.
“I'll pay for your services this time. I need you to do something for me.” My eyes narrowed.
“Hunhh?” Qyle grunted, popping some prawns into his mouth.
“James Aurel. I want his company to go bankrupt.”
According to the information I'd garnered about Mirabella's father, he was every asshole I'd pictured in mind. Since he had the guts to hurt my beloved, I needed to retaliate a little.
He finally stopped eating, a serious look taking over his face. “Would his daughter like that?”
I frowned. I hadn't thought about it. But I supposed she was angry at him, and wouldn't mind.
“Do it.” I ordered.
“What if she hates you for it? No daughter would like a man who made her father's company go bankrupt. That's equivalent to liquidating her family's wealth, you know.” He continued.
My frown deepened. But the fearful look in her eyes the night she had asked me to help her, flashed through my mind.
He hurt her. And no one hurts what belonged to me.
I looked up at him. “Do it.”
Qyle grinned. “I live for this kind of job. Consider it done.” He winked.
I crossed my legs, hoping I wasn't making a mistake.
“Did you find out who the mole was?” Qyle asked, still eating.
I shook my head. “It's going to be hard, now that I've been kicked out.” My eyes glinted. “I'll get to the root of it, though.”
“You're in Vermont. How do you plan on doing that?” He asked with a nonchalant expression.
I heaved a sigh. “I have to sneak into Weasels.” I said matter-of-factly.
He spared me a glance. “Going against your king's orders may lead to a death penalty, if caught.” His bland look finally cracked.
“When I get caught. And when have I ever been caught?” I asked confidently.
“Hm.”
My brows knitted together. “I think a rogue vampire is behind this. I'm just not so sure, yet.”
He straightened. “A rogue hasn't been seen in centuries.” He reminded me.
“I know. But, what if they're back?”
His calm look graduated into a worried one. Although he was more human than a vampire, he was still affiliated with Weasels.
“This is a messed up situation. Why don't you let King Elliott know?” He suggested.
I shook my head, my eyes glinting coldly. “I want to do this alone.”
I fisted my cock, moving faster and faster as I listened to her voice. Qyle had left the apartment an hour ago, and I was currently in my bedroom. After my failed attempt at sleeping, I'd used my enhanced hearing to trace Mirah's voice.
Soft. Silky. Melodious as always.
I pictured my hand as hers, her eyes misty as I fucked her mouth. Or my pillow as her body as I bent her over, and fucked her senseless. My climax built up in my pelvis, as my breathing turned erratic. She was kneeling, my cock in her mouth, as she gagged and tried to take my length in.
“Yeah, just like that Kitten.” I groaned softly.
She licked her luscious lips, and ran a tongue over my cock. I sucked in a breath, and squeezed my base gently.
Her voice grew louder this time. She was saying something about ‘their redecoration being a success.’
I moved my hand away, and grinded harder against the pillow. In my mind's eye she was moaning loudly, arching her back as I stroked her clit.
‘My sweet kitten.’
Faster and faster. Her sensual eyes the night I finger-fucked her on my bed, flashed across my mind. The way she'd bucked against the heel of my hand, as she rode it to climax. And I felt mine.
One stroke was all it took. I shuddered, as spurts of my cum sprayed across the pillow. Her voice floated into my ears again as I tried to regain my breath. I cursed inwardly, as my cock hardened yet again.
“Fuck.” I cursed, clambering down the bed. I took a glance at the messed up sheets and pillow, and headed to the bathroom. I wasn't sure I'd be getting a wink of sleep that night. Not when she was barely a few doors away.