Chapter 51: Chapter 51

KADE HAWKINS/ CONNOR

GETTING IN WASN’T HARD, the little shits didn’t know we were coming ergo they didn’t have enough ammo or men for that matter to outnumber us.

Ice stormed in there like the loose motherfucker he was, shoot, don’t think just shoot.

And when he shot the Zetas eliminating them one by one, he paused to do a victory hurrah with the men. That shit annoyed me and at the same time made me jealous.

He was the type of man who didn’t think a second before and after he killed anyone.

I was the level headed one, the leader with the good head on his shoulders.

I didn’t blast my way shooting every fucker in there, no, I calculated my moves, I shot them where they wouldn’t have the chance to crawl out of hell.

Was it pretty? No. Nothing about blowing someone’s brains out was pretty and when the mission was done, when the Zetas were wiped out and buried at some island no one would think to look at, I retreated.

Like I always did when a mission was completed.

Locked away at some bunker, being the scared little boy in that helicopter WITH Tina Hanks and my dad beside me telling me everything was okay.

Though everything wasn’t, every time I killed that many men at a go, the demons from my past lurked in my brain and they came back biting me in the ass big time.

So, for two damn weeks, I was huddled in a little corner, having panic attacks, replaying my worst fucking day over and over till I couldn’t breathe.

And when everything was clear you know what I fucking saw?

Callan, the man who would have given his life staring down at me, half of his face burnt off and my mother and brother?

They stood a few feet away, their backs to me, they couldn’t even look at me because I was their murderer and every time I screamed ‘I’m sorry for everything’ all I got was nothing and I guess this was my punishment.

Some part of me ran their names in my head over and over again so that if I forgot their faces, I would remember them.

Nicole, Callan and Jr, my family.

When I showed up at my mansion once those two weeks were over, the guys were huddled on my couch playing some video game shit about football.

The house was filled with their scent, lacking that feminine scent that balanced the good and the bad in it.

What might have maimed me a whole lot was to find her room empty. Neat, everything in place like no one had occupied the room at all.

Her clothes were gone, her scent was gone and she might as well have carried me with her.

There was just something about seeing an empty closet that ate my insides up and tipped me over the edge.

I was damn pissed and I couldn’t figure out why.

Why had she left? Because I left? Because the Zetas were goners and she was free to prance back to her little life?

Fuck. Fuuck.

Ice ran me up on where he had dropped her, where she lived and in those fucking days, we were apart I can’t believe I was the moron standing outside her friend’s apartment complex.

Just standing there in the middle of the night waiting for the sun to go up and she would descend down stopping by at a caffe for caramel macchiato before she took a cab stopping at a few firms to drop what I would assume to be her resume.

And every time I followed her, I watched her from a distance, the question still lingered.

Did you miss me like I missed you, Red?

Because I fucking missed her. Her flowers in her little garden were drooping without her magical touch.

It took me a few days to give her space before I called in a favor in one of my firms and then she was back under my wing and the urge to punish her had never been so great.

Watching her from my security feeds in my office, moving from task to task, her ponytail swishing every time she moved made me feel like at least she was with me again.

And then came the emails.

The sassy, quippy emails that had me smiling smugly against my screen.

When she said no to our date, for a chance to explain my shitty week to her, the last thing I expected was to find her in a bloody bar doing a body shot with some ruffian that worked in the finance department.

I licked, I bit and I kissed her so rough, the anger just wasn’t going away.

“You’ve been naughty, Red”, I gritted.

My ‘more drunk less sober’ employees pricked their prying eyes in our direction.

I didn’t give a bloody damn.

The man baby next to her looked a little jealous I would have barked in his direction that the little missus was mine had I not been angry with said missus at the moment.

Her orbs went wider, her boobs lifted up with a slight exhale. I might have been mad but the urge to sink my face between her boobs and bit her skin was maddening.

“Kade? W—what…you are here?”

She covered her boobs with her palms. Cute but that wouldn’t stop me from stripping her down once I got her back to my apartment.

“You said no to me, for this?” I asked, someone cleared their throat behind me but my eyes were locked in on her.

“Don’t look at me like that when you ghosted me in the first place, you asshole!”

A gasp was heard, her finger jabbed my chest, her eyes and cheeks flaring.

“I came back, Red and you bloody said no”

“Because you are a meanie who always gets his way. You were out there doing God knows what, you might even have fucked another three girls who knows but when you come back you expect me to drop everything and say yes to you? No. No. No. Never again”

She was drunk.

Drunk Cassie was a lot harder to deal with than I anticipated.

“Never?” I asked, her lips quivered with emotions.

“Never ever”, she affirmed.

“You want me to leave?” I asked, hands in my pocket, eyes zeroed in on her and ears cancelling every noise that tried to permeate between us.

“Mmmhmm”, she nodded.

Like a little kid, she nodded dramatically.

“You want to stay with him?”

The douche who couldn’t make her feel half of the things I had done to her tonight.

“Yes”

I turned to the man seated next to her.

“Are you willing to fight me to get her?”

“Adam knows how to fight”, Cassie elucidated, I lifted a brow at a nervous Adam.

The fucker would cave easily. A fight meant him losing his job plus I would win a fight with him any day.

“She’s drunk. I-I think you should take her home, Sir”, Adam mumbled, Cassie huffed, I flagged a waiter.

“The drinks are on me”

And my hands were on a stubborn Cassie.

“I’m not going anywhere with you. Let me go this instant”

I didn’t let her go, instead I flung her on my shoulder taking her away from her work friends and her so called Adam to my car.

Buckling her in her seat, she was out cold the minute she sank in the warmth of my car.

And when she was half asleep and just because I fucking could, I grabbed her right hand intertwining it with mine on the center console.

“I’m fine now”

And I pulled her hand to my lips, kissing the back of it because I had the chance to.

Taking her back home to my mansion would have been the wiser thing but Lord knew I would find the guys there and I really didn’t want a drunk Cassie around guys.

One of the perks that came with owning a penthouse in this part of New York was the presence of a private elevator.

Carrying Cassie in my elevator wasn’t a feat mainly because she weighed like a fucking feather I would have been concerned if she ate better had I not know how much of a heavy eater she was.

Some mushy family tune evaded the elevator, my hands were on the back of her thighs, on the skin that had somehow been exposed when her skirt rode up her ass.

The situation didn’t get any better when she grabbed the lapels of my jacket squishing her face to my chest if she listened, she could hear my heart fucking beat at the sight and smell of her.

Drunk, sober, the ginger would be the end of me and quite frankly, I didn’t care.

Two minutes passed, the elevator doors parted revealing one of the many penthouses I had never stepped foot in since I bought it.

In my arms, I sauntered straight to the master bedroom, into the bathroom and into the shower cabinet holding her steady as I made her stand up.

She hung to my shoulders, her knees wobbly, her face concocting with displeasure.

“No please mom. Just five minutes…please. Five…five minutes”, she mumbled, I smiled.

She was so fucking cute if I wanted to, I could have kissed her and ended the agony stirring in my chest.

I was a major shareholder in the dick department but taking advantage of her…a drunk woman wasn’t me.

“Red? Baby you have to working with me here. Can you stand?”

Her eyelids opened lazily; her green brown eyes appeared in front of me perusing me like she was trying to figure out from where she’d seen me in the first place.

“Kade?”

“Mm”

“You hurt me. I—I waited for you…I was worried but you ignored me, you left. I don’t like that, I don’t like people leaving me without at least some sort of explanation. Did I do something? Was I—was I too much?”

I pushed the small tufts of hair that had escaped her ponytail, caressing her cheek.

“I like too much and you did not do anything Red. You’d never do anything that would make me leave you and I want you to understand that”

“Really?”

Her lips pouted, her eyes turned glossy and damn me if the picture wasn’t worth a thousand words.

“I left, I cut off communication with you because I was in a bad place. I—I’m not usually myself when I finish my mission and I guess I needed space to figure shit out. To be a monster on my own and not so close to you I could hurt you”

“You could never hurt me”

Her lips were so inviting, I wanted a taste of them but I knew when I needed to take a step back and this was one of those moments my dick couldn’t get the memo.

“Adam, where did he touch you?” I asked now, peaking at the boobs gathered by a black lacy bra.

“Here”, she pointed at her palm.

“Here’, she pointed at her collarbone.

“Here”, her finger tapped her lips cynically.

“I wanted him to touch me here”, Her hand rested on the front part of her womanhood hidden by the dark skirt she was wearing.

She was lying of course. Riling me up.

I had gotten there before the dipshit touched her but still the thought that she wanted him to touch her there hammered my brain with a scorn.

“We are washing every part of you; you claim he has touched. We are getting rid of his scent off you”

I picked one shower head off the wall.

“Then?” she asked slyly, panting, breathless looking at me like she wanted to pounce on me and eat me greedily.

And quite honestly, I might have wanted the same fucking thing.

“You go to bed. You still have work tomorrow”

“I’m not tired, boss”, she taunted pulling away from me, taking her blouse off, showing me the perfect view of her tits, her flat belly.

Her fingers worked on the zip behind her skirt messily then the skirt was out of her body and on the floor.

I gave her space. She was wild, she was horny as fuck judging by those eyes but I was strong and goddamn it whether she stood in matching lace and Jimmy Choos heels in front me or naked for that matter I wasn’t caving.

The minx turned around, her hands on the wall, she bent down giving me a view of her perfect ass.

“I’ve been naughty, I deserve some punishment, no?”

She deserved a good spanking for teasing.

Blood drained from my brain shooting south to my dick, I was hard. So fucking hard my pants got a little tight.

As if Drunk Cassie hadn’t come to play tonight, her butt cheeks jiggled then she twerked groggily singing ‘Work’ by RIHANNA.

Was she good? No. she sounded like she had swallowed a hair ball and it got stuck in her throat but was I proud I was the only that got to see her little show?

Fuck yeah.

I let her twerking show go on for five minutes, before I used the shower head in my hands to spray jots of water and reality to her.

The water was cold at first and when it hit her, she screeched like a bitch, her hands hugging her forearms.

The water got warm a few seconds later and wagging my forefinger at her, I ordered,

“Come here”

Shivering, hair stuck to her face, teeth clenching she nodded sideways,

“No! You—you monkey!”

Monkey? Really?

“I’m the fucking monkey? You are the one climbing walls, RED. If anyone is close to a monkey, it’s you. Come here”

“Stop spraying me then!”

She shouted, I sprayed her head and chest just for a laugh before I turned off the shower head in my hands.

She walked to me and I knelt to the ground taking her heels off one by one before I rubbed the swollen balls of her feet.

Climbing up, my hands tracing the outlines of her leg, thighs, hips, waist till I found her arms, my gaze dropped to her eyes.

The eyes that were asking for something more and I couldn’t give them that.

“Take off the bra and the panties”, I exhaled.

“Why can’t you take them off?”

Obstinate little minx.

“I can’t cross any boundaries even if I want to”

“Boundaries? Who cares about boundaries?”

“You. Tomorrow when the alcohol isn’t your system, you’ll regret all this”

It was the truth even if it didn’t taste fucking sweet.

“I want you”

My heart fucking swelled.

“And I want to hear you say that when you are not drunk, Red”

She nodded; her hands started moving.

She had unclasped her bra and she took it off.

She moved just a little bit to take off her panties and her arousal assaulted my nostrils; I was hanging by a thin thread feeling every vein in my dick throb with hunger.

Painful fucking hunger.

“Wash me”, she pleaded and my hands had already started moving turning on the shower head above us, watching her as drops of water engulfed us.

I washed her fucking palms like it was my dream job, I washed her back thinking of how Adam’s hand lay splayed out to her, I washed her collarbone, I ran my hands in her hair letting it cascade down her shoulders, massaging her scalp till she held onto me.

And the hardest part in the fucking night was washing her pussy clean, no petting, no circling her little clit even if it throbbed with attention, just washing.

Every dip in her hips etched into my memory, the smoothness of her skin forever grafted in my fingertips, her graceful legs carved in my brain with a permanent marker.

And when I had dried her hair and the rest of her body, I got out of my wet clothes, keeping her at arm’s length from touching me before I found both of us some clothes in my old closet.

She slept next to me, seeking my warmth, my hands around her waist, her ass wiggling on my crotch and with a shirt that barely covered all of her ass.

I had resisted a ton of shit in my life but this one, her, this night. It took the fucking cake.

Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

SHE WAS GONE.

The space next to me was empty except for my phone and a little note by the side of it -unlock me-

Unlocking the phone not that it had any password in the first place, I stared at the screen with the sound recording notification on top.

I clicked it, knowing very well I wouldn’t like what I heard.

------I don’t know what happened yesterday…I can remember half of it and that’s enough for me to tell you that it can’t happen again. Me, you, we cannot happen again. As much as I want to quit working for you, I can’t. I need the money and it is my wish that you’ll respect my decision and we can maintain a good employer-employee relationship Mr. Hawkins-------

The voicemail ended, I seethed.

Employer-employee relationship? Well that was bullshit. I wasn’t respecting shit and I wasn’t just going away because she wanted me to.

I liked Cassandra Bates and more than fucking liked, I loved her bad and there was no getting rid of me.

Shit, it was back to sleeping outside her friend’s place again, I guess.