Page 61 of Dreaux: The Corporate Assassin

Sighing deeply, I told him everything that had transpired over the past few days. He sat with his mouth hanging to his lap as I detailed the necklace tracking Briley to the abandoned building in Sunset Valley to Dre drugging and kidnapping me. I left out the part about the murders and Bryce being dead. While I may have cared a little about Rissa and Eric being killed, I knew Jerome didn’t care at all. Still, I didn’t want him to know about Dre’s double life.

“So you mean to tell me… Bryce was trying to traffic your daughter to your husband?” He was in literal shock as he placed his well-manicured hand over his mouth. “Where is that nigga at so I can beat his ass myself? That wench of a wife is going to have to see me too!”

“Bryce… is being…treated.” That is all I could say. He eyed me questioningly but didn’t say more. “As far as Rebecca goes, I’m going to make that bitch pay. I don’t know how, but I am.”

Rebecca has another thing coming if she thinks I’m going to let her get away with the shit she’s done and planned to do. I may not be able to make her husband face the consequences, but she sure as hell can.

“Listen, I know this shit is way out of my league, but I still believe that Andre is a good man that means well.” Standing from the sofa, he pulled me into his arms and squeezed me as only he could. “That man could have let you figure this out on your own and said, ‘To hell with you and your child.’ Honestly, he could have killed you when he found out who you were when you initially started looking into his family. The same way you love him… he loves you, Denim.”

Hearing the patio door slide open, Jerome and I pulled apart as Dre and Bri walked back in. I couldn’t help but smile at them holding hands because if I knew nothing else, I knew he cared for her.

“I’m about to head to the store and get the things on Bri’s list.” He gazed at me keenly before turning to face Rome. “Are you chilling here until I come back?”

“If it’s fine with you…”

“Bet. Just remember what I told you.” He nodded before bending to kiss Bri’s forehead. “I’ll be back, okay?”

“Okay!” She smiled and skipped over to the couch. Dragging my eyes back to Dre, he was staring at me as if he wanted to say something. I waited patiently for anything he was willing to give me, but instead, he gave me nothing. I watched as he walked toward the elevator, but what shocked me was Bri running behind him.

“Thank you, Andre!” She latched onto his legs, causing him to stumble. “For everything.”

For a second, I could see the emotion in his eyes as he smiled at her and nodded. My heart swelled and wept at the same time. Stepping onto the elevator, I watched as his pupils stayed on mine until the doors closed.

“I don’t know how, but bitch… you need to fix it. Whether he admits it or not, he loves you, and you love him too!”

Patting my shoulder, he took a seat beside my daughter, and I listened to her as she talked about her best friend, Andre. She told him about her bad dream she had of a monster in a suit trying to give her to another, but Andre saved her from both of the monsters. As I listened to her describe her reality and not a dream, I knew what I needed to do. Not only did I have to find a way to injure Rebecca, but I have to find a way to make things right with Dre. I no longer cared about being on opposite sides of the fight against criminals. I finally understood what my father was saying, and I finally agreed with what my superior had disclosed about the Boudreaux’s being too prominent to build a case against. I had to win Andre back. I had to show him I could love whatever version of himself that he wanted to be.

If it’s the last thing I do, I vowed to get him to forgive and love me willingly.

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“Girl,now don’t let me have to keep calling your phone and you not answer. You know I get nervous when you don’t check in.”

Snickering at Jerome, I towel-dried my hair as I stepped back into the guest room. So much as my things were here, you might as well say I’ve moved in. I wouldn’t say Dre is holding me hostage, but he isn’t allowing me to go home. He did take me by the house to check on things. He even took me by the office so I could check in and get any documents or files I needed to work from home. As far as letting me leave the penthouse on my own accord? Negative. He still wasn’t even talking to me.

“I just got out of the shower, Jerome.” I rolled my eyes as I dropped my towel and began to oil my body. “How’s my girl doing?”

The day he came over to visit, it felt so good to laugh and enjoy another adult’s company. Dre didn’t engage with us much, but he was all in when it came to conversation with Briley. It was so sweet the way they baked cookies and made pizzas for everyone. Dre might not be fucking with me, but he thinks the world of my kid. Jerome even crashed with us that night and offered to take Bri with him the next day, so Dre and I could talk. It’s been two days, and still nothing.

“Briley the Boss is doing what she does best.” I could hear the frustration in his tone, and I couldn’t help but smile. “She’s spending my money with no regard. I’m going to drop her off with her grandparents and let her be their problem.”

“Leave my baby alone.” I placed the phone on the bed and bent over to oil my legs. “You the one?—”

Hearing the door behind me open, I peered over my shoulder and locked eyes with Andre. His eyes went from my face to my ass that was in the air. Closing the door behind him, my breathing became more rapid as he stepped closer to me. He locked in on my ass as he slapped it once before giving it a firm squeeze. I yelped and tried to stand, but he placed his hand on my back and bent me back over.

“Sis, what was that?” Jerome’s nosy ass asked. I swear his hearing is better than a damn Labrador Retriever. “Why are you breathing like that?”

“She will call you back, Rome,” Andre answered with his eyes on me. “Hang up the phone.”

“Wait, I wanna listen!” Jerome shouted before the line went dead.

Still bent over, I could feel my juices running down the inside of my thighs. My body trembled at his touch in anticipation of what was to come.

“You want me to fuck you, Dee?” he asked as I felt his manhood against my thigh through his sweatpants. “You want me to drop this dick off in you.”

“Mhm…” I bit into my bottom lip as I felt him ease two fingers inside of me. “I want you bad, Andre.”

Saying nothing, I swayed my ass as he fumbled with his joggers and dropped them to the floor. Riding his fingers, I moaned once I felt him slap his third leg against my ass.

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