“But your word is bond. You’re not the one to go back on it, correct?” I chewed the inside of my cheek. My hands balled, causing my short nails to dig into my palms. Nolan was right, I might have been a lot of things but I always stood on my honor. I didn’t like liars and if I said something I meant it. In my business, your word was everything.
“When the time comes, then that bridge will be crossed. However, I have no plans of letting her go. She knows it and so does her pathetic excuse of a father.” I’d never felt how I felt about Azeira with anyone. The feelings she stirred inside me were different. The need to keep her at my side was too strong. Even leaving for the few days I would be gone had me on edge. I knew she wouldn’t run. If she did I wouldalwaysbe able to find her. That wasn’t my issue. My issue was her being out of my sight. I almost forced her to come with me, but thought against it at the last minute.
Nolan chuckled. “Yeah, she definitely changed you.”
Not bothering to respond, I turned my attention back to my tablet. I had some business at the office I needed to handle and planned on finishing before the jet landed.
Nolan and I grew up similarly, except his house was a little warmer than mine. He used humor to bury the cruel reality we both know lived inside him. A lot of people saw him as easy going until it was too late. Most didn’t know there were times when his temper and anger outdid mine. He got off on torture and the screams that came with it.
Back in the penthouse hotel room, I showered today off me and was now propped up against the headboard. Currently I was in the process of securing a few business ventures. Expanding my business outside of Willow Point would make my reach way larger. The shipping company I met with today would port directly at the docks in Willow Point. Tomorrow I was meeting with a man and his sister about an unsettled debt.
I watched Azeira on the tablet propped on the standing tray. She was in my bedroom, snooping around my things. I knew she had to know I was watching her, yet she seemed unbothered. She cursed when she attempted to open the drawer near my bed. She yanked the nightstand drawer a couple more times before giving up and moving away from it.
Azeira went through my dresser and when she saw nothing exciting she moved to my closet.
I had a safe in the closet but it was behind my suits and behind a faux wall. I wasn’t worried about her finding it because she would never be able to break into it.
My hand rested on my length and I stroked it slowly, watching her. A predatory feeling rushed through me. I squeezed my dick and clenched my jaw. Azeira was dressed in one of my shirts, something I’d never seen her in, but I wasn’t complaining. It was sexy as hell seeing her in my clothes. It swallowed her small frame, stopping right at her knee.
I continued watching her, stroking myself slowly until I felt my nut rising. By now she was in my bed, laying on top of the covers. She had made herself comfortable with sleeping in my room and strangely I didn’t have the urge to kick her out. InsteadI welcomed the embrace, clinging to the warm body next to me. Azeira was a cuddler too. When I woke up in the morning she would be wrapped around my body like a spider monkey. It was like she knew she belonged at my side and in my bed.
Her hands rested between her legs and she lay on her side now, watching something on her screen. It made her smile and that sparked a strong urge to grab the burner phone to learn exactly what had her grinning that much.
Picking my phone up, I went to my contacts and found her name. This would be the first time I used her number. When I first learned Azeira had taken her phone I was tempted to take it back but then I thought against it. It didn’t bother me that she had her phone.
Confusion filled her face when I called. More than likely because she didn’t know the number.
“Hello?” she asked hesitantly.
“Beauty,” I said lowly, squeezing my dick.
Her eyes shot open and she lifted. “Kairus?”
“You’re being a bad girl, snooping in my room,” I mentioned.
Her eyes flickered around the room and she grabbed her phone. “You can see me?” she whispered.
I smirked. “I see everything.” Her voice was making my dick harder. Watching her, knowing she couldn’t see me, made my nerves quiver and explode in excitement. “I like seeing you in my clothes,” I breathed. “Do you have on anything under the shirt?”
Azeira leaned back on the bed and this time her legs were gaped and propped up. The shirt rose and I tapped a button, getting a different angle of the room.
“No.” The sultriness tone in her voice didn’t go missed by me.
“Show me.”
Her eyes bounced around the room, as if she was trying to figure out where exactly the cameras were. Licking her lips, sheslid her hand down the front of the shirt and pushed it up. Her bald mound came into display.
“Mhm. Stop,” I demanded when she went to touch herself. Over the past couple of months Azeira had grown obedient, especially when it came to sex.
“Spread your lips and brush over your clit slowly.” Her breathing picked up in my ear. She repositioned the phone, laying it on the pillow and doing what I said.
“Is it sensitive, Beauty?” She sighed and nodded.
“Yes.”
“Pinch it.”
A moan left her mouth. “Use your other hand to caress your breasts and tease your nipples.” I didn’t realize I was a breast man, more importantly a nipple man, until meeting Azeira. They fit my hands perfectly as if they were created for me only.
