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Watching her go to make sure she doesn’t see, I head to the back of my walk-in closet, where I keep my safe. Opening it up, I pull out my little, black case that has a syringe inside. I remember when I gave Wyck a similar syringe and know the effects it will have on her.

Taking it, locking the safe, and throwing it into my overnight bag, I head down to meet Athens. “Let’s rock and roll, love.

Athens

This weekend getaway Bash took me on was exactly what the doctor ordered. We spent the night in one of those fancy hotels where they cater to your every need. He planned a spa day for us, a ride around the park, and a night out on the town.

Last night was a dream. Bash almost took me to a new height that I’ve never experienced with him, but he didn’t make it to the end.

Sadly, this magical weekend is coming to an end, and I have to get back to the real world. Not thinking about school, the move-in, his asshole son, or even The Devils of Cliffside has been rather refreshing.

I’m packing my bags when Bash comes up behind me, and kisses my neck. Judging by the bulge in his pants, I think he has something more in mind, but it isn’t until I feel a small prick at the base of my beck and darkness claims me, that I let my mind wander back to a brown-eyed, dominant devil that I wish were here with me instead.

Bash

“Hurry up, you fool!” I bark at the imbecile, carrying my now wife back up to our room. I know she felt the imprint of my dick touching her ass, and she thought I was going to fuck her right then and there. Only I had other plans. I mean, I did fuck her while she was asleep, but we also were married.

I’ve wasted enough time on trying to be subtle, and my boss is not happy with my lack of progress and me delivering his money. So, I had to take matters into my own hands.

“Watch her head! Jesus, I’m not trying to kill her yet.” I yell. “Just lay her down there, she should be up within the hour, and then we will be ready to go.” He dips his head and takes his leave.

“She will never know what hit her.” I smile wickedly at my new bride.

Chapter Fourteen

Athens

Oneweeklater

It’s move-in day, and I’m not particularly happy about it. As I pull my black on black Honda Pilot SUV in behind the moving truck, I notice Wyck standing there looking like he’s ready to murder someone. That someone being me.

I giggle to myself as I park and get out, strutting my stuff up to the steps leading into the house, bypassing him without so much as a glance.

“Am I supposed to read your mind, or do you just want me to throw your shit wherever I feel like it?” He rumbles as a laugh bubbles deep within my belly. “Do you think this is funny, Athens?” He jogs to me, grabs my arm, and spins me around.

“Oh, you are funny. This whole thing is funny. You don’t want to be here helping me, and I don’t want your help.” I begin. “There are two big, strapping, young men over there that can help me move in. I don’t need help from the likes of you.” Ever so smoothly, I rip my arm from his grasp, and say, “Guys, this way.”

I turn and watch as a scowl forms on his face when he sees the two men coming in carrying my things.

“Excuse us, man, we don’t want to step on any toes.” The tall, brown hair guy with green eyes says.

“Yeah, we’re just here to get the job done and go.” A smirk graces his lips, but Wyck is too busy staring at me to notice.

“You don’t run shit here but your mouth, Athens, and whether you want my help or not, you’re gonna fucking get it.” Oooh, somebody’s mad, and I fucking love it. “After you both bring in the heavy stuff, you won’t be needed. I’ll handle the rest.” He calls out over his shoulder.

“Ma’am, where would you like for us to start putting your things?” Smirking guy asks.

For the next hour, the two guys move the bigger things to their designated locations while Wyck continues bringing everything else in.

I decide to make them lunch for all their hard work.

“Thanks so much for your help, guys. I made youbothsome lunch, before you go.” I emphasize both as they come in and take a sandwich, some chips, and a bottle of water.

“Thank you. You really didn’t have to do this, it’s our job.” The man with a bald head and strikingly dark brown eyes says, grabbing the food.

“What the fuck? Where is my food, step-mother?” Wyck rounds the corner, anger filling his voice as he sees me holding the food out to the movers.

“You’re grown, make it yourself.” I sneer, plastering a fake smile on my face as I set the tray down and start to walk the movers out.

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