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Little Bird FIFTY-TWO.
Wicked sits down beside me as my father takes his place at the head of the table and my mother sits on his right – across from me.Kara places our plates down in front of us, “Wicked, it’s so good to see you. I hope you have been keeping well?” She says in hushed tone, touching his shoulder as she slips a piece of paper inside his denim pocket.My father clears his throat, “that will be all, thank you, Kara.” He growls with a scowl on his face, disliking the way she is interacting with my supposedly future husband.Wicked casts me a side-long glance with a shit-eating grin on his face. “The house staff have always been so… accommodating to my every need when I visit here.”I pick up my utensils and begin to cut into my large piece of steak that is covered with mushroom sauce, “that’s refreshing to know. I could tell from the first time I met, Kara that she was very cooperative when it came to one's needs.” I shove the piece of meat in my mouth and turn to look at him, chewing with my
Little Bird FIFTY-THREE.
ACE. My gaze keeps drifting to the clock on the wall in my office at Infinity Club as I try to contemplate Wickeds’ reaction when he sees my ring on Amelias’ finger. Fuck Nathanial for excluding me from their dinner tonight. It’s such a dick move and he knows it. “I have a seller who is willing to give us 50% upfront for five keys.” Ismails’ voice reaches me through the self-pity party I am internally throwing myself into and yanks me back to reality. “I have a briefcase of Delilah already put into vials for you to sell on your floors.” He waves his hand forward and one of the two men, he brought with him tonight, steps forward and places the silver briefcase on top of my desk. He puts the code in, opens it and pushes it forward. “How many and how much do you want me to sell them for?” I ask as I close the top down and wave for Royce to enter my office. “There are eighty vials inside that case and another eighty in that one,” Ismail announces as he turns his body to the side a
Little Bird FIFTY-FOUR.
I emerge from my en suite, towel drying my hair after I took a long hot shower, to wash away the sinful thoughts I had of Wicked when he first appeared in the living room.I can’t believe I was almost drooling over him as my eyes shamelessly feasted upon him. It’s because he is a spitting image of Ace.It has to be.I toss the damp towel on the back of my chair for my vanity mirror and I slip between the bedsheets naked, switching the lamp off. Yawning, I turn to my side, waiting for sleep to claim me.The sound of my phone vibrating on my bedside table has me rolling back over to retrieve it, and I slide my finger across the screen.The green light flashes in the top right corner of my phone and I see that I have one unread message. It's strange because I haven't shared my new number with anyone since there is nobody to share it with.I tap on the message icon, open it, and the name unknown number appears in bold writing.Unknown Number: I find it odd that Wicked would call me and te
Little Bird FIFTY- FIVE.
ACE.I close the door behind me, choosing to remain standing instead of sitting.“I’m going to be the one marrying Amelia, this weekend.” I almost choke on my words as they burn their way up my throat.Words like: Over my fucking dead body, or you’ll be dead before that happens penetrate my ear canals even though his lips aren’t moving.Nathanials’ gaze shifts over me, towards the closed door before he leans back in his chair, acting as if he didn’t hear me properly.His jaw clenches as he leans forward in his chair again, meeting my gaze with a murderous expression engulfing his irises.I’m actually surprised he doesn’t have Church standing behind him.He calmly gets out of his chair and walks to the liquor cart in the corner of the room, pouring three drinks. He downs one and picks up another before he moves to stand by the floor-length window that overlooks the grounds.“I want to know why, Ace. Why my baby girl?” He demands to know more instead of asking me.“Because I won’t settl
Little Bird FIFTY-SIX.
Nervously, I chew on my lower lip, feverishly rubbing the palms of my hands up and down my thighs, hoping that my father and Ace don't end up killing each other tonight. I still can't believe Ace is here, brazenly speaking to my father and requesting his blessing for us to walk down the aisle and become Mr. and Mrs. Ripley. A large part of me wishes I could be a fly on the wall, so I can bear witness to the conversation they're having. As seconds roll over to minutes, then an hour, my ass starts to feel numb. The pins and needles move down to my legs. Standing up, I move around to get the blood flowing again, anxiously waiting for them to emerge from the office. The house is quiet. It's almost as silent as a graveyard when the moon is perched high in the sky.I quickly descend the stairs upon hearing the sound of my father's office door opening. As Ace appears from the hallway, our eyes meet, and he extends his hand, inviting me to join him.Without any hesitation, I quickly move
Little Bird FIFTY-SEVEN.
Trying to catch my breath, “is your end game to keep me so intoxicated on you so that I forget that there is an entire world beyond the walls of your villa?” I ask Ace as I’m currently sprawled out on top of him with his hard cock still inside me despite us coming together only moments ago.I can hear my words slurring, as I truly do sound drunk. I am on the verge of passing out. My body feels so relaxed, and loose, as his callous fingers brush across the hard ball of my shoulder, admiring the small laceration he made as things got heated during the ride home.Home.It sounds odd calling a place home with Ace. It feels so foreign and really good at the same time. We can call this place our safe bubble; our little slice of heaven.At least this is what I want it to be for us and even though my body feels relaxed and spent, I can’t help it when reality starts to contaminate my thoughtsHis chest vibrates beneath mine as he chuckles at my question. “Not drunk, Little Bird. But it is my
Little Bird FIFTY-EIGHT.
As Holden opens the back passenger door to the SUV, I step out of the vehicle, gathering my hair and I place it over my shoulder, inhaling deeply.“Are you sure this is the Salon, Ele is at?” I ask Holden as I remove my sunglasses and place them inside my tote bag.Closing the door, Holden turns his back towards the SUV and stares straight ahead, “yes, Ms. Taurine. Her hair appointment was sixty minutes ago, so she should be wrapping up as we speak.”I sigh, still trying to wrap my head around people addressing me as Ms. Taurine and, soon, Mrs. Ripley after being called Ms. Black for the last twenty years of my life.“And you are going to stay right here, right?” I slightly turn my head to the side to stare at him.Turning his head left, right, then left again, he nods his head. “Yes, I will remain outside the entire time unless Ms. Drakos’s men enter the salon.” He says flatly, rolling his shoulders back, and he clicks his neck as if he’s loosening the tension in his body before he r
Little Bird FIFTY-NINE.
As we settle into our seats away from the large glass windows inside the café, I take a sip of my hot chocolate and place my tote bag down on the ground beside my feet.Even though, we sneaked out of the salon through the back door. I can’t help but feel like there are eyes on us; watching our every move.A sliver of awareness caresses the back of my nape, putting me on high alert to keep an eye out for anything that looks out of the ordinary.“So, what is it that you want to speak to me about?” Leaning back in her chair, nestling her cup in her hands, Ele asks me with her eyes heavily trained on mine. “If it’s about what happened back at mine with Jaxson… all I can say is that I am sorry. I’ve tried to find the right words to apologize, but nothing…”I place my hot chocolate on the small circular table and lean forward, resting my elbows on the tabletop. “I didn’t come here for an apology, Ele. As I’ve stated before, I don’t blame you for what happened.”“I’m sure your parents do,
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