Page 38 of Unchained
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
I woke up after a short nap and took a shower, thinking mostly about Stephanie and what may have happened to her. I had come to the conclusion that Chrissy was so far up Veronica’s ass the was no way in pulling her out. Once Veronica and I were in agreement, I would ask about Stephanie and ask about taking her back with me.
I found a casual suit in the closet alongside a perfect folded white tee. In the bathroom, I looked at myself and noticed the gray settling in. All the shit over the past few days had turned me old. I slipped on a pair of shoes and began the trek down the hallway, feeling as if I were on the way to my last meal.
Veronica knew precisely how to handle a man and didn’t seem to have any problems with women. But I meant what I said. I want to drag her into the rabbit hole with me and fuck her brains out. She was both attractive and dangerous. A black widow that most men should stay away from.
Outside, I found Veronica sitting in the hot tub, a drink in one hand, a cigarette in the other.
“I had to dress like this?”
“I like well-dressed men. You should know that by now. Shorts and cutoff sleeves aren’t really my thing.”
A stool sat by the hot tub—meant for me, no doubt. I took a seat and rested my feet on the bottom rung, my legs apart, my cock pressing hard against my pants. “Am I special, or do you play these games with every man you meet.”
“You mistook my expectations for games. Remember, I run a successful drug trade through a highly successful cosmetic company. You said so yourself.”
“I wouldn’t put it that way. You’re a criminal, Veronica. Possibly a human trafficker.”
“You don’t have the evidence to convict me, Deacon.”
She pointed at the stack of towels. “Would you mind?”
I moved from the stool, and when I turned around, I found Veronica stepping from the hot tub, a towel already around her.
“We could have just fucked in there,” I said.
“Not my style.” She started inside and, without looking back, waved her finger at me to follow. And, like a good little puppy dog, I did.
She stopped at the bar and poured us each a drink, me a double shot of whiskey, her a large glass of wine.
“This like the last double shot you gave me?”
Veronica down the double and then poured another. “Satisfied?”
“Not completely.”
She grabbed the bottle of whiskey and continued to her bedroom. I thought she would pull away from the towel, and we’d suddenly be in bed fucking, but that’s not what happened at all.
“I’m going to shower without you. Make yourself comfortable, but leave the suit on. And before you think about snooping around the room, there’s nothing to find.” She walked away and close the bathroom door behind her.
“Motherfucker,” I said to the empty room.
“I heard that.”
I childishly raised a middle finger toward the bathroom. The last time a woman beat me this badly was Suzanne in the courtroom.
I waited for nearly thirty minutes while Veronica showered. Nothing in the room kept me company, and darkness was already blotting out the ocean. I shifted my dick a little and took a deep breath when the bathroom door opened. Veronica stepped out wearing a drop-dead gorgeous nighty, her panties barely visible. She sat on the end of the bed, crossed her legs, and adjusted the stilettos hugging her feet.
“You’re a gorgeous woman,” I said sheepishly, almost like a child in a candy store who has no money and falling on the mercy of the store owner.
“You say that now, Deacon, but will you say it later?” She grabbed the bottle of whiskey from the nightstand and handed the half-full container to me. “Unless you still think I spiked it with something?”
I shook my head. “Oddly enough, I think you want something out of me, and you want it without the use of drugs.”
“Correct, but a little buzz will go a long way in helping you this evening.” She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke toward the ceiling. “Let’s play twenty questions first.” She took another drag on the cigarette, and for the first time, I realized the critical mistake I’d made when I became Miami’s vigilante. I never went after a woman.
“I have nothing to hide. Ask whatever you want.”
