Page 78 of His Little Secret in Discretion
I gripped the phone tighter, every muscle tense. But his hand covered mine, patient and waiting. My pulse hammered as I exhaled and loosened my hold. The device slipped from my fingers into his palm, like it had never really belonged to me in the first place.
“You know oursecretrelationship isn’t supposed to have any more secrets, Sunshine.”
“Tell that to Delilah…” I murmured, smiling softly as he playfully bit at my neck.
“Let's see what the little drummer boy has to say,” he mumbled as I rolled my eyes. He hummed as he read the message that was essentially reminding me of “my place" for the hundredth time.
Felix
Enjoy being with Porter while it lasts. We both know how this ends.
You can play in his little fantasy all you want. Just don’t forget what you are.
“He’s getting bolder…” He let the words drag, a low hum of dark amusement in his chest. His thumb brushed across the screen, eyes narrowing as his mouth curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile.
“Blaine—” I whispered, diverting his attention. “Don’t—”
“Don’t what?” His pointed gaze flicked to me. “Don’t handle it?”
I shrugged. “Can’t we just ignore him?”
“I’ve never been one to lay low, baby. You know that much about me, I hope?”
“Unfortunately…” Turning in the chair, I leaned back to look at his face as his hands stayed wrapped around me, the phone nowforgotten on the counter behind me. “So… humor me. What's the plan?”
“Don’t exactly have a polished one yet…” He shrugged. “But the gist of it would be to make him my bitch.”
I blinked, deadpan. “That’s… the gist?”
“Mm.” He leaned in, tilting his head like he was already savoring the victory. “Lotta moving pieces… but essentially I’d buy out his debts, cut his strings, strip him down until the only thing he owns is the air in his lungs. And even then, Sunshine—” his lips brushed the corner of my mouth, a whisper against my skin “—he’ll be borrowing that from me.”
A shiver ran down my spine, equal parts fear and relief. “Blaine… You can’t just—”
“I can.”His eyes caught my wandering, unsure ones. “AndI will. Felix had his fun… The jokester can have a go too, can’t he?”
I shook my head. “You’re having too much fun with this, you know… and what happens when he doesn’t just roll over? What if he fights back?”
“Then we let Lucifer intervene.” His smirk deepened, boyish and lethal at once. “But before divine intervention? You let me handle him, Sunshine.”
Blaine
The city lights bled through windows, striping the leather chairs and glass desk in uneven bands of gold. I was currently in the process of handling the little drummer boy. The ambient glow made the whole thing feel more like a Batman, Gotham night than a business acquisition.
Finally, Felix stepped inside his office, muttering into his phone, and froze as he turned on the light.
I was already there.
Feet kicked up on his desk, chair spinning slow and lazy, a cherry lollipop tucked between my teeth like I owned the place. Which, technically, I would in about ten minutes.
“Porter… the hell are you doing here?” he sneered.
“Nice place.” I glanced around at the Italian leather seats and overly expensive decor. “Shame it’s not gonna be yours much longer.”
His eyes narrowed, his phone slipping into his pocket. “You break into my office to play games?”
I shrugged, plucking the lollipop from my mouth. “I wouldn’t call it a game… more like a performance review you’re failing spectacularly.”
His jaw flexed. He tried to mask it, but I saw the twitch in his cheek, the pulse in his throat. He was already sweating…Good.
