Page 40 of Seductive Sadist
A few minutes later, Nik pulls into the entrance of my building on Brickell Bay Drive. Crowds of people my age flood the sidewalks, walking in and out of bars and restaurants like they don’t have a care in the world. Lucky fucks.
Some eye Nik’s smashed-up front bumper and try peering into the car, but nobody can see through the window tinting. Anonymity in our line of work is always a good thing.
“I don’t know why you love living in this shithole.” Nick pulls up to the front door of the complex.
“It’s a four-thousand-square-foot condo with an oceanfront view, not a fucking slum.” I push open the door and step onto the concrete, the stress knot shooting from my neck all the way down my left side like a raging fireball. I stand still for a few seconds and wince, the pain so intense it actually makes my eyes sting.
“You okay?”
I wave my hand at him. “Fine,” I rasp. “I’m fucking fine.”
I force myself to turn and pull open Skyla’s door. She pulls the sides of her robe closed and steps out of the car.
“I’ll call you tomorrow. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Nick chuckles and I slam the passenger side door closed… but not before Skyla bends over to flip him off.
Can’t help cracking a smile at that. Nik can be a real dick sometimes.
I pull out my key and stick it in the lock before twisting open the door to the building. A few minutes later, we’re standing inside my foyer. Skyla looks around, her nose scrunching like she’s just sniffed rotting trash.
“You seriously live like this?”
“Like what?” I kick off my shoes and walk into the kitchen, stabbing pains assaulting my left leg with every step I take. Fuck, I need a drink.
Or five.
“Like a total slob. This place is a mess.”
“I’m a busy guy. I don’t have a lot of time to clean.” I pull open the refrigerator door and grab a beer.
“Do you have time to make a phone call and hire someone?”
I pop off the cap and take a long gulp, the ice-cold liquid pouring down my throat like it’s water. I guzzle the whole thing down in seconds before slamming the bottle on my kitchen island.
Skyla walks toward me, her arms folded over her chest and her eyes on the empty bottle. “Are you just going to leave that there?”
I lift an eyebrow. “Maybe.”
“You’re disgusting. This place is a health hazard.”
“You really are a pain in the ass. I didn’t ask for your opinion about my place, did I?”
“If this is going to be my ivory tower, I’d like it not to be featured onHoarders.”
“That mouth never stops, does it?” I take another beer from the fridge, and this time after I pop off the cap, I toss it across the room, smirking as she recoils, her face a twisted mask of horror.
“It’s a bottle cap, baby girl. Not meat covered with maggots.”
“Which I’m sure you have plenty of in that refrigerator.”
“Relax. It’s cluttered, not dirty. Don’t be so neurotic. And if you hate it so much, get on your knees and clean it.”
I put the bottle down on a nearby coffee table and inch toward her. Her eyes widen, darting left and right for an escape route, like she’s a caged mouse, and I’m the big bad kitty about to pounce.
She’s not wrong about that last part.
And right now, it’s the only thing that can blunt my pain.
“Or…” I drop my voice and close the space between us, fisting one side of the silky robe. She closes her own hand over mine, her breaths shallow. The other side of the robe falls open to reveal lush tits popping out of the top of her bra. Her nipples poke through the lace, so hard they could cut through every window in here. “Just get on your knees.”