Dark Justice by Kristi Belcamino (smallest ebook reader .txt) 📗

on his, she slowly slid the straps of her slip so they fell down her shoulders, revealing pure white flesh.

He held his breath, watching. He could feel the electricity between them.

She sure knew how to put on a show. He suddenly ached with desire. Her breasts were large, and her ass was even larger. Her vanilla skin was creamy and soft. There was no place he’d rather be than between her silky, slick thighs.

“Jesus.”

“What?” she said and shrugged. But he caught sight of a smile as she turned away. She climbed up onto his bed on all fours. She was facing away from him, and he was already unbuttoning his pants when she tossed her long red hair and looked back at him.

“Come and give me some special attention.”

He didn’t wait for another invite.

When he woke later in the dark, her leg and an arm was tossed over him. He reached for his phone without waking her. There was a text message. He couldn’t believe it. It was the answer to his prayers. He had to get on his computer immediately. He tried to gently move her arm and legs to sit up, but her eyes fluttered open.

“Where you going?” she said in a voice husky with sleep.

“I’ve got to call Marshall.”

She sat up “What’s up?”

“Just a second,” he said, distracted.

A few seconds later, she joined him at the small desk. Their faces glowed in the blue light.

“What is that?” she said. “I don’t get it. It shows you fucking Marshall? I thought you said you said you guys never experimented like that in college…. Wait. That’s not college. That’s him now with his shaved head!” She whirled. He caught her arm.

“Look at the date and time,” he said.

“Fuck you,” she said. But she turned around. He started the video over. As Marshall got fucked from behind by her boyfriend, he suddenly turned and grinned at the camera and held up a newspaper. It was a Geneva newspaper with today’s date. Marshall lived in Geneva.

Her eyes widened. “That’s today’s newspaper. But that’s impossible.”

“That’s right,” he said. He couldn’t hide his grin. “That’s how we are going to get away with murder.”

Six

The morning passed quickly.

I spent it preparing for the board meeting at my father’s…well, now my company with Dante. We were pitching them on backing our purchase of the hotel.

I spent the first few hours going over reports for my father’s company so I wouldn’t seem like a rookie when I walked into the board meeting.

My morning was spent fueled by espresso as I skimmed documents trying to play catch up after years of ignoring and neglecting the company. I’d put good, solid people in place to run it while I was out of the country, and I didn’t regret the job they had done.

I was basically a figurehead there, now, but it still helped to have my finger on the pulse when I walked in. I didn’t have the heart to sell the company, since it was my father’s pride and joy. His legacy lived on through the company and the foundations it supported, including the nonprofit—Ethel’s Place–that I’d formed to help homeless people get on their feet again.

Now, Dante and I were going to propose that the board loan us some of the hotel purchase money. We had some of the money, but not all of it. A lot of my capital was tied up.

Dante had prepared our presentation, so I also had to go over that again, even though I’d studied it on the flights from overseas.

By eleven, I was ready to shower and get ready for the board meeting.

Dante texted me that he was on his way down from his home in wine country and would swing by the hotel to pick me up.

I couldn’t wait to see him!

He’d made several trips to Europe to visit me over the years, but now we lived in the same state. I intended to spend way more time with him and his husband, Wayne. They split time between Wayne’s home in San Diego and Dante’s spread up north.

After I slicked on black eyeliner and a nude lipstick, I buttoned up a white silk blouse and then pulled on my Armani trousers and matching black wool blazer. Even with a few buttons undone on the blouse, it still felt a little stiff, so along with my Louboutin red-soled pumps, I looped a few thick gold chains of different lengths around my neck.

For good luck, I slipped on the massive red ruby ring Nico had bought me for our ten-year anniversary. It brought a lump to my throat to see it on my finger but also made me feel a surge of gratefulness that I had experienced such a great love in my life.

I stuffed some papers in my dad’s worn and beaten leather attaché case and headed for the lobby.

Dante pulled up in a G Wagon, which made me grin. He never changed.

Jumping out, he ran over and grabbed me in such an exuberant hug, I let out an involuntary squeal and then burst into laughter. Drawing back, I held him at arm’s length.

Still a looker. He seemed to be more handsome with age.

“I love you, Dante!” I said spontaneously.

He laughed and kissed my cheek.

“You look amazing, bella.”

Twenty minutes later, we flung open the doors to the boardroom and strode in like we owned the place. Well, we did, but still, it felt great to walk into the room and see so many familiar faces.

Two hours later, we had the backing we needed.

Dante held it in until we were in the elevator and then he threw up his arm in a victory salute.

“I’m going to make this hotel and restaurant the most happening, sought-after place in the San Francisco Bay Area. People are going to fly in from around the world just to have a meal there,” he said with a grin, his white teeth flashing attractively against his olive skin.

“You’ll do it too,” I said.

“You ready to revamp the