Page 40 of Odin

“Promises, promises,” she whispered.

That was a challenge, if I had ever heard one. Grabbing the split in her dress, I pulled each side apart until I heard a longrip. The top was still form-fitted against her, but the bottom hung in two clouds on either side of her hips. I was sure it was expensive, but I didn’t give a fuck. I could afford more.

I had been with more than my fair share of hook-ups. I come. They come. We part ways, and everyone’s happy. It had been more of a transaction than anything else. It was different with Serena. I wanted to touch her. To know her smell. Was she turned on or fucking drenched? To have her taste on my tongue, like a nectar of the gods. I never got enough.

“Open my zipper.”

She unbuttoned the pants on my suit and unzipped them, grabbing me at the waist to pull me against her.

Moving the slit of her panties to the side, I notched myself against her. I picked her up, and she wrapped her legs around me. I still hadn’t entered her, but I could feel the heat coming from within. This was going to be fun.

Moving towards the middle of the elevator car, I told her, “Flip the keys.”

As soon as we were on the move, I pinned her against the back wall again, and I buried myself within her. It was fast and furious, as I pumped my hips as hard and as deep as I could go. Over, and over, and over again until I could feel her grip me tightly.

“Here’s how this is going to go, baby. You’re going to come, screaming my name so that the neighbors hear you. From there, it’s straight to bed to clean you up, and if you scream some more,so be it.” I was grunting between sentences, maintaining my speed.

“Odin, you were jealous of a hypothetical man. You’re the only man I’ll ever love, and if you leave me, I’ll follow you to the depths of hell.”

She won this round.

As we both came down from the high, the phone in the elevator rang. Picking it up, I placed it to my ear and waited.

“I didn’t see a thing, but the couple on the ninth floor said they heard screaming from the elevator and wanted to make sure everything was alright.”

“Tell them to go fuck themselves.”

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If the Old Man hadn't been bankrupting Lorenzo, his wife sure was doing a damn good job. This was the third store she'd been to today, and then she'd just repeat the pattern tomorrow. Cordelia's days were like clockwork, and it made me think she was doing this on purpose. She'd enter store number one precisely at nine in the morning. Three hours of shopping. Lunch at noon with some charity function members and then another two hours of more shopping. What the fuck was she buying? Did it even fucking matter at this point?

I'd spent weeks surveilling her, but there wasn't any piece of information that I could extort. Cordelia and the chief never made plans to meet. They'd had secret meetings previously, but it seemed like they were lying low. However, the texts were never-ending. She love-bombed the fuck out of him, and when he texted back, it read like messages from her lapdog. I would do anything for Serena, but this seemed extreme, considering the circumstances.

I could have just had Serena send a text to the chief using the cloned phone, but then I'd have to come up with a way to get Cordelia there. Something didn't seem kosher about that plan. It was too late for me. The darkness had already consumed any hope I had, but I wouldn't let any of this dim Serena's light.

One night, I was trying to hold down my dinner while watching the text messages fly back and forth. Every other word was love this and love that, and I just wanted to type and tell them what fucking idiots they were. Serena was at Euforia, so I didn't have to worry that she'd be involved. I wanted to kill them both, separately, and wipe my hands of the whole thing. I wasn't worried about being caught, but it was easier to follow the narrative that was already in place. Fewer questions, and the outside world would romanticize the deaths of long-lost lovers.

I paced up and down the living room with the phone beeping in my hand every other step. They weren't even communicating.

I need you, love.

We should have been together.

If I could go back in time.

We can't, but we can move forward, and we will.

Fuck me. What was I going to do about this?

My actual phone dinged with an incoming text. Picking it up off the coffee table, I saw Serena was sending me a picture. She'd never done that before, and I smiled at the thought of seeing her. Opening the message, my smile died on my lips as I registered what was happening. Sergio must have taken the picture with her phone, but Serena stood in front of a man twice her size with her hands on her hips. She was facing him, and there was a group of girls at her back. Sergio was going to die if he put her in any danger.

My phone dinged again.

Maybe I shouldn't have shown you. It's not as bad as it looks.

She better be alright, I texted. If I didn't get a response, I'd head to the club and check on her myself.

Calm down, she's fine. The guy was trying to get handsy with the girls behind her. As manager, she has to issue a warning and have him escorted off the property.

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