Page 89 of Silver Fire
A picture of Derek and Layla dancing intimately. And then another picture of Derek and Layla in an empty hallway. Derek had pushed Layla against the wall, his hands on her shoulders as if he was about to kiss her.
“Oh my god,” Sophie whispered hoarsely. “How could I be so stupid?”
Beth grabbed the phone from her. “It’s a compromising position. But let’s not jump to conclusions. Talk to Derek. Remember, Blackstone will get any dirt on the MDI guys, especially Derek, because of you.”
Sophie nodded. How lucky she was to have Beth to keep her levelheaded. She sent a text to Derek.
Sophie
What time are you coming to get me?
She accepted another shot of tequila from Beth. After all, she was anxious to have a discussion about the pictures. Fifteen minutes passed and there was no response.
Sophie
I really need to talk to you, something’s come up.
After another ten minutes of no response, Sophie couldn’t take it anymore. She stood up unsteadily and said to Beth. “We’re going to the condo.”
“What?”
“We’ll have Taggart take us,” Sophie declared.
“What if Derek comes looking for you and you’re not here?”
“We’ll leave a message with the guard, and I’ll also send him a text message,” Sophie said. She knew she was behaving childishly, but she was feeling a bit insecure right now. “Serves him right if he wastes a trip. He should have called when he said he would.”
Beth sighed as she followed her friend, who tipsily staggered out of the bunker.
* * *
Derek’s headfelt like it was about to explode and his mouth was dry. He was also feeling extremely aroused, and he could feel his cock in full erection. Something hot and slippery was sucking on his dick.Hmm, that feels good. It took an effort for him to open his eyes, which felt weighed with lead at the moment, but when he did, he couldn’t comprehend the sight of the woman giving him head.
Wait. What? Fuck no!
“What the hell?” he croaked as he grabbed the woman’s head. It felt like a punch in the gut when he stared straight into the satisfied face of Layla Robinson. He shook his head; his double vision must be playing tricks on him. His brain may be muddled, but it was definitely Layla.
What had he done? He recognized his surroundings. Why was he here in his condo, sitting on the couch, and receiving a blowjob from Layla Robinson?
“Sit back and enjoy the show, lover,” Layla purred as she swallowed his cock once more and moaned with pleasure. Derek hissed; physically it felt fantastic, but his mind was curling in revulsion.
“Layla,” Derek groaned. He threw back his head, trying to gain control of his urges. He made an effort to dislodge the enthusiastic bobbing at his crotch again when he heard gasps coming from the entrance of the condo. He straightened up and stared straight into Sophie, Beth and Taggart’s shocked faces.
This has to be a bad dream, Derek thought in alarm.
“Derek,” Sophie whispered brokenly. Her face crumpling, she turned around and ran out the door.
“You’re a fucking asshole, Lockwood!” Beth screeched at him before turning to follow her friend.
“Layla, get the fuck off me,” Derek growled, managing to free his cock from Layla’s mouth, but when he stood up, the world tilted on its axis.
“Shit,” Derek muttered as he tried to steady himself.
“Derek?” Layla asked hesitantly.
“Go home, Layla!” Derek snapped. OK. He can do this. He felt himself stagger to the doorway, remembering at least to tuck himself back into his trousers and zipping up. He clung to the doorjamb and lurched through. His heart splintered when he caught sight of Sophie sobbing into Beth’s shoulder as they waited for the elevator. Taggart stared at him stonily, effectively branding Derek as the scum of the earth. And he was feeling exactly as such.
“Sophie!” Derek shouted as he used the walls to guide him down the hallway. His head was still spinning and his vision was shifting in angles making him want to throw up. “It’s not what you think!” And even to his ears, that sounded lame.