“Kirsten Evelyn King! How dare you!”
“No, Mother,” I say, standing. “How dare you! Just because the coroner says he killed himself, it doesn’t let you off the hook for being the cunt that forced his hand!”
I can literally see the Devil take over her face as her glass nails the table in front of me and shatters at my feet.
I glance over at Pax’s watchful presence across the room and wave him away, before I take in the lawyers rattled expression.
“I think maybe I should leave now,” Gabe mutters. “Please call me if you need anything, Helen.”
“All I need is another drink and a better daughter,” she mumbles, “I’ll call you just as soon as I am lonely again.”
“Slut,” I mutter, stepping over the glass. “Here, I’ll walk you to the door, Gabe.”
Mother yells for Natasha to get her another drink and to clean up the glass as we exit the room.
“I’m sorry she’s so embarrassing… you might want to reconsider climbing into bed with her.”
“It’s fine, I get the whole grieving process… but I think she’s lost, you know, she and your father were married for a very long time, maybe you should take it easy on her.”
“Is that so?” I snap. “What the fuck would you know about it? She treated my father like shit, for your information. Cheated on him too,” I add, opening the door. “Besides I’m pretty sure a man of your stature could do a hell of a lot better than my mother.”
He laughs and steps onto the porch.
“Well that’s a much nicer tone then the one you took with me yesterday,” he says, reaching into his pocket. “Here, call me if you have any questions or need me to come by and take your mother off your hands for a while.”
I smirk and take the card.
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear the last part, Wallstreet, and if you’re ever looking for a real party, where the glasses don’t get chucked, I think I can help you out, but seriously, Satan is a lost cause and you are wasting your time.”
With that, I slam the door in his face and toss his business card onto the entryway table.
The man is insane if he thinks hooking up with Lucifer won’t end up backfiring in his hot but arrogant face.
That woman sucks the soul out of everything that lives and breathes, especially men. Just ask my father, after all, she might as well have tied the fucking noose for him and kicked the chair out from underneath his feet.
“How did it go?” Pax asks as I enter the kitchen.
“Okay I guess, although the lawyer is a douchebag. Can you believe it was the same prick from yesterday? The guy’s totally banging Lucifer, and he still wants to even after he watched her launch her glass at my head. What a moron!”
“Well,” Pax says rubbing his stubble, “The mans a schmuck, and I suppose even the devil needs to get laid, even if it is by that jack-ass. You want to bounce?”
“No… actually I have a better idea. Come,” I say grabbing his hand.
He follows me out the back door and into the guest house.
“What are we doing in here?” he asks, looking around.
“Moving in.”
“What? Why?”
“Because it’s mine, and because I say so. Do you have a problem with it?”
“Yeah, I do,” he says, nudging me onto the sofa. “I like living at the Club. This place is too sophisticated for my tastes.”
“You’re kidding right?”
I cringe at him and pull him on top of me.
“But I’m not too sophisticated for your tastes, so what’s the issue, Pax?”
He kisses my forehead and slips his hand between my legs, instantly arousing me.
“You,” he whispers, “will never be too sophisticated for my tastes. But I’d prefer to earn my keep by holding down the Club.”
His childishly vacant eyes penetrate mine as his hand continues to massage my pussy, making me moan.
“Fuck, Whiskey, would you stop for a second? Shit! I am trying to have a serious conversation with you!”
Feigning surrender, Pax sits up and puts his hands in the air.
“Fine, I’m listening, but I don’t get why you think this is a good idea. Me and you aren’t even together, so why do you want me to move in here with you?”
I shrug, knowing my reasons are vain and I don’t want to say it’s for sex.
“I just think it makes more sense this way because you wouldn’t have to travel so far between here and the Club to see me. Plus, you are my best friend and it’s not like we won’t both benefit, so, will you think about it?”
He smiles that wicked grin, the one he does when he’s thinking more about sex than my proposition.
“And what about Donny?” he asks, spider-crawling his fingers up the front of my sweater.
“Danny… and what about him? I already told you he was a mistake.”
“Only because he couldn’t get you off, and if that’s the case and you want to live with me, then why can’t we commit to each other?”
I slap his hand away and head to the bar at the far wall of the room.
“I’ve already explained it to you, Pax. You’re a drifter. You leave sometimes and I don’t hear from you for days. I’m not going to sit around worrying or waiting for you when sometimes I don’t even know if you plan on coming back.”
“I always come back. You know me, Vix. When have I ever let you down?”
“When my dad died, Pax, that’s when.”
