“Otherwise, I’m sure the FBI would be interested in your whole money laundering issue,” Damian said.
“Money laundering?!” Marie gasped. It was becoming clearer and clearer that she knew nothing about what was going on with Walter and the life he seemed to be living behind her back.
Walter looked devastated by the fact that Damian caught him in a handful of scandals, some that would’ve easily landed him in prison for a very long time. Luckily, we didn’t want to destroy him, all we wanted was for Connor to have everything he worked so hard for.
Walter grumbled a bit and paced as he flipped through the pages. Then, he looked over to me. “I’ll have my team draw up the contracts to have everything transferred over to Connor.”
“Including the Queens property,” I said, knowing that Connor deserved the location that he’d fell in love with for his dream to come true.
“Fine,” Walter muttered, unamused.
“And one hundred million dollars for him to invest into said property,” Damian stated.
I tried not to react to such a high demand as Walter’s eyes bugged out.
“That’s ridiculous!” he shouted.
“Page five. Do you really want that coming out, Walty-Walt?” Damian dryly asked.
Walter flipped to page five. The look of shock hit him hard as he closed the packet. “Fine. Deal.”
Damian smiled. He actually smiled a big, bold grin. “It was great doing business with you, Rollsfield. I hope you have a good, fucked up life. Come on, Aaliyah, let’s hit it.”
As we turned to leave, my eyes locked with Marie’s for a moment. I saw the sadness in her eyes. My heart tugged a bit, but I wasn’t ready to deal with what that tugging sensation stood for. I wasn’t ready to deal with her hurts while I was still licking the wounds of mine.
Damian and I stepped outside, and I looked at him, a bit confused. “What was on page five?”
“Let’s just say it involved his pool boy in the Hamptons and plastic hot dogs.”
Well then. I’d rather not know any more details.
47
Connor
“Holy shit. I stared at my laptop as Aaliyah sat beside me with hers in her lap. We’d both spent our Saturday in pajamas, playing catch up on all of the work we’d been falling behind on. When a certain email landed in my inbox, I felt as if I were seeing things.
“What is it?”
“Walter Rollsfield… He’s giving me his shares of the company. He’s also taking the west coast property back from Jason and shifting it to my name.”
“Oh? Wow. That’s amazing,” Aaliyah said, shutting her laptop and moving in toward me. “Is that all he said?”
“No, actually. He’s also leaving me the Queens property and giving me one hundred million dollars to invest in it.”
“Whoa! That’s wild!” Aaliyah said a bit too excitedly.
I narrowed my eyes. “What did you do?”
“Who me?”
“Yes, you. Why do I get the feeling you’re keeping something from me? Spill it.”
“Damian and I might’ve went ahead and shook Walter up a bit and threatened him.”
“Shook him up? What are you two? Leaders of the mafia?”
“No silly. I was the good cop and Damian was the bad cop. We ruffled some feathers and got what we needed—what you deserved.”
I sat there a bit stunned by what she and Damian had done for me. I placed my laptop down before reaching around her waist and pulling her into my lap. I loved how she fit against me, as if she was always meant to be there.
“You’re too good for me,” I whispered, resting my forehead against hers.
“I think I’m just right,” she disagreed.
“This means more to me than you’ll ever know, Aaliyah. You’ve saved my career. But more than that, you saved me from a lonely existence.”
“I love you.”
“I love you more.” I kissed her lightly, grazing my teeth against her bottom lip. “Though, I am kind of upset that you played cops without me.”
“I even bought handcuffs in case Walter would’ve acted out,” she joked. “If you want, you and me can play good cop bad cop tonight.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.” She pointed her fingers toward me as a pretend gun. “Stick them up!” I slightly grind my hips against hers and I watched as bashfulness hit her cheeks. “That’s not exactly what I thought you’d be sticking up.”
“Can you blame me? I miss feeling myself inside of you,” I muttered. I understood how important it was for Aaliyah to fully heal, and how she couldn’t partake in any intense activities for a while. Which meant our sex life had been put on hold. But I missed tasting her, pushing myself deep inside of her, listening to her moan my name.
She bit her bottom lip and slowly began to grind against my cock. “How much do you miss me?”
I groaned in pleasure. Damn, that felt good. “So much.”
She leaned in and slowly trailed her tongue across my bottom lip before sucking it gently. “How much do you want me?”
Shit… “So much.”
“How slow can you take it with me? To make sure I don’t overexert myself?”
“Baby…trust me, I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is let me have my way with you. All you have to do is say go.”
She wrapped her fingers around her T-shirt and pulled it over her head. Her beautiful bare breasts sat in front of my face, making my cock throb even more. My eyes fell to the beautiful scar developing against her skin. That scar meant everything to me. It meant more moments like the one we currently shared. It meant more moments of love. More moments of laughter. More favorite memories to collect.
More time.
Time was such an odd concept, how it came and went. Each second passing, each minute evaporating. If I had any magic, I’d love to be able to freeze time, so
