Page 47 of Sinful
I look down at my phone. There’s one message. Unsurprisingly, when I open it, I find it’s from Nix. “He says he’s got something to tell us and we’re not going to like it.”
“Damn!” Dacre stamps his foot. “That’s what he said to me, too. Get up and get dressed.”
I want to pull the covers back over myself, but no one gets any rest when Dacre is in one of his anxious moods. I hope whatever Nix has to say isn’t as bad as it sounds, because I’m pretty sure Dacre will have us all stress-cleaning the fucking apartment.
“Take a fucking chill pill,” I grumble. “I’ll make us some breakfast.”
As I prepare breakfast, Dacre marches round the apartment, wearing a path in his parents’ rugs. Every twenty seconds, he pulls out his phone and dials.
“Why isn’t he answering?”
I check my watch and stifle a yawn. “Probably because it’s five fucking am, and he’s not insane like you?”
Funnily enough, my answer doesn’t calm him down. Nix’s bad news is probably that he’s fucked Sinful in every position and he wants to wait to tell us to see our reactions. I wouldn’t put it past the psycho. Hell, I’d do the exact same thing.
“I mean, he’s already dropped the fucking bombshell that there’s no money. How worse can it get?” he says, ignoring me. I’m pretty sure he’s only talking to himself by this point and has forgotten I’m in the room.
“He’s winding us up. He’s probably balls deep in Sinful as we speak and doesn’t have time to answer the fucking phone.”
Dacre throws me a dark look, which makes me chuckle. He didn’t even like Sinful at the start of the week and now he’s like a puppy without a bone. I don’t blame Nix for spending the night fucking Sinful. I should have done the same thing when I got the chance instead of jerking off over her. If there’s no ransom and no reward, we get to keep her as our plaything. All three of us. I really don’t see a downside at all. Of course, we’ll all be living on the streets, but at least we’ll have Sinful’s warm body to keep us all warm at night.
I have to endure three more hours of Dacre’s complaining before Nix finally makes an appearance. Sinful practically runs past him into the bathroom and closes the door. I wonder if we’ll get another repeat performance of her emerging from the bathroom naked, but apparently Dacre’s mind is on other things.
“What the fuck is going on?” he spits. “I’ve been up all night.”
“Me too, but not in the way you think,” Nix grunts. He strides past us to the kitchen and pours himself a juice. “Well, not later. I was up the first half of the night in the way you think.”
“I’d have thought fucking Sinful would make you sleep like a baby,” I muse.
Dacre’s neck ticks. “Forget fucking her. What’s going on with the money? What do you mean, there’s no ransom or reward?”
“Just what I said. She’s been playing us from the start. She didn’t write a ransom note. I mean, how the fuck could she? The thirty mil wasn’t even on the table. Waldgrave knows she ran away.”
Dacre’s eyes flash with anger. I pull myself forward and rest my head on my fists. I have no idea what Sinful has done to play us apart from bullshitting us about the thirty million, but I sense this is going to be fun to watch. I thought I liked her at the start, but I really fucking dig this chick now.
“Okay, so the thirty mil is gone. What about the reward? Let’s just give her back. We can drive back today.”
Nix stares at him pointedly. “Can you give her up?”
Ohh, this is getting juicy.
Dacre’s face falters. A share of two million dollars will set him up while he brown noses his way up the company he’s scored the internship for, but no amount of money is worth more than Sinful. He’s a fucking fool if he pretends it is. “No,” he says finally.
“What we going to do?” I say pointedly at Nix. “I’m not going to hang around watching you bang her at every given chance. I want her too. So does stick up his ass over here.”
Dacre throws me a filthy look, but I know he’s thinking the same thing as me. Being penniless is one thing, doing it while watching your best friend fucking the best thing to ever come into our lives is another. I can live with no money. I can’t live with Sinful in my life and not being able to touch her.
“We could share?” I throw out.
Nix sighs and rubs his face with his hands. It’s not an immediate no. When he pulls his hands away, he’s staring directly at me. “You want to share Sin between the three of us?”
I can’t tell if he thinks I’m being serious or having a laugh with him. “Yeah, I do. You might have spent the last twelve hours with your cock buried in her, but she was mine and she was Dacre’s, too.”
Nix shakes his head and picks up the glass of juice again, this time downing it in one. When he finishes, he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. It’s a sign of Dacre’s state of mind that he doesn’t even try to stop him.
“You might not want her when I tell you the bad news.”
“Losing thirty million dollars wasn’t the bad news?” I think Dacre is going to implode at any second. It’s a sight to behold. I can’t think of any reason why I wouldn’t want to feel my cock inside Sinful.
