Page 30 of Soulless Deeds

I was living the blissed dream life. The only thing missing was my revenge on that woman who betrayed and attempted to ruin my life years before.

Then, out of nowhere, this appetising, killer candy girl waltzed into my world, demanding I enter her orbit and remain there. Her memory had mocked me by deflating my cock at every turn since.

Proven by exhibit A; the blonde before me began playing with her tits, the motion eliciting a seductive groan. “Mm, I’ve heard so much about you, Echo. I want to know what all the women are talking about when they say they’ve never felt pleasure like yours. I’ve been waiting, begging to see you.”

Yeah, I had a reputation, and a good one at that. I could usually make a woman come in two seconds flat without laying a finger on her, my Variant doing all the work without any heavylifting from me. It was a courtesy I gave them all—a transactional exchange where I found momentary release in return.

However, her words triggered an irritant sensation to slither over my flesh, and when she reached for my waistband, I shuffled backward, her touch falling away with a confused expression.

You always know how much a girl likes you by how she sucks your dick. I couldn’t get that dead girl out of my head purely because of the fact that she’d refused. Not one female had previously denied.Surely, that’s the reason I went bareback with her?Her denial was a factor that I’d never considered to be an aphrodisiac.

Nevertheless, in the moment, my libido had turned to ash as fast as it had ignited. All I wanted was to be able to come without the use of my fucking hand.

Without explanation, I turned for the door and stalked through Playhouse, looking for the one other person who had any association with my ghost.

I pounded a solid fist against Remi’s door. I didn’t know why it was locked. He was between appointments, so he should’ve been there.

After a minute too long, the lock unlatched, Remi blocking the entryway with a solid blue arm. “I’m with a client. Can I help you?”

I was about to comment on his snarky tone, but I was flabbergasted at his stained skin. “Why are you painted…like that?”

“I’m. With. A. Client,” he said exaggeratingly like I was an imbecile, which immediately had me on edge. I wasn’t in the mood to be challenged.

“It isn’t in the books, so kick them the fuck out. I’m here to talk, and I’m not leaving.”

Remi huffed, then slammed the door in my face.

This bitch better?—

The door swung wide, a hunched figure with a silk dressing gown waddling past, straw-like black hair tied into a high ponytail. Before I could take a glimpse at her downturned face, Remi called for me.

“You requested to see me?”

I waltzed into the middle of his room, loads of galaxy-themed crap littered throughout.

What type of freaky alien shit is this chick into?

He cleared his throat which regained my attention. “Hmm. You had a client in here? That no one knew about?”

Remi dismissively waved a hand, raiding his lolly stash. “Her appointment went over by fifteen minutes?—”

I arched a sceptical brow. “Fifteen minutes with Trove is expensive. Are you skimping money on the side?”

Remi paused, slowly turning to face me once more. “No charge. We were finished. She’s slow and needed a couple more minutes to get herself together.”

He was hiding something. His time was way too valuable to piss away with some random person who wasn’t paying for it.

“After that shitshow with Oakview, you should be toeing the fucking line, Remi.” He nodded like a bobblehead, the jerky motion more than telling. “You did do that, didn’t you? Off Mayor Oakview?”

Remi panicked and shoved a piece of gum in his mouth, the whiff of sweetened aroma hitting me directly in the face.

I advanced like a crazed lunatic, my hand clasping tight round his neck. “That gum. Where’d you get it?”Is that me talking?I couldn’t even recognise my own damn voice.

He coughed and splattered until I released him, and he crumpled to the floor. I looked down at him with all the venom in my gaze, chest heaving with impatience.

Remi stammered before answering. “A gift…from one of my clients.”

“Who? When?”

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