SEVER by Jane, Melissa (best fiction books to read .txt) 📗

he starts gently thrusting his hips, fucking my mouth while I adjust to take him deeper and deeper. When he can’t take any more, he picks up the pace and blows his cum inside my mouth until it hits the back of my throat. I swallow and lick him up the same way he’s done to me multiple times.

Satisfied, Kane pulls me to my feet and leads me back to the bathroom for a shower in preparation for round three.

14

“I need to get back to work, my apartment, and I suppose my life,” I say while Kane holds up another forkful of scrambled eggs. I moan a little as I taste the best breakfast of my life. “How does Maria make those?”

Kane chuckles and it’s sexy as fuck. Mainly because he’s lying on the bed, propped up on his elbow, a towel wrapped low on his waist, revealing the perfect V I’ve been getting up close and personal with the last few days. “She won’t tell me her secrets, but one morning I caught her using cream instead of milk.”

I moan some more. “She’s a scrambled egg goddess.”

“Are you settling into your apartment?” Kane asks, taking an edge of seriousness.

There’s no possible way I can return to the family home knowing what I do now, so I have no choice but to settle in. “I am. But… it’s the first time I’ve been by myself for a very long time. So, waking up alone and coming home to an empty house can be somewhat of a lonely experience. I’m sure it’s something I’ll get used to. I mean, you’re used to it. You probably prefer this way of—”

“I don’t, as a matter of fact.” Kane moves the demolished plate of food to the bedside table. “My work has taken priority for many years, particularly the last twelve months, and it’s left me no room to find a partner. I want someone I can wake up to in the morning.” His lips turn into a devilish grin. “Someone I can slide my cock into for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Someone I can confide in. But most importantly, someone who has my back.”

His words are like a spear to my heart because it’s what I’ve been missing. He and I live such very different lives, yet our basic needs are the same.

We both just want to be loved.

~

“Do you want the good news or bad news?” Amanda asks, striding into my office while I scour through fabric samples.

I close the folder and look up to her awaiting expression. “Bad. Hit me with the shit first so I can get it over and be happy.”

“We’ve hit a speed bump with the Kane Alexander project. The textured wallpaper from Amsterdam is going to be delayed.”

I sigh, annoyed at the setback. Everything’s been running so smoothly, and now that damn wallpaper is going to cause a kink in my timeline. “How long are we talking?”

“Six weeks.”

I almost choke on my saliva. “Six weeks! What happened? Did the container fall off the ship or something?”

She raises both brows in surprise. “Actually, that’s exactly what happened, so super weird you say that.”

Damn it. That’s the worst-case scenario. Kane will not be pleased, and I’m less than impressed because that wallpaper is pure luxe and an extreme rarity.

“We took the last batch and now it all needs to be remade, which according to them, is a very hands-on project.”

“That’s not going to work. Let me think on that one.”

She nods before writing a quick note next to her points. “Okay, good news.” This time she looks up, eyes wide with excitement. “You’ve passed all pre-requisites and have an official invitation in the mail.” Amanda hands me an envelope void of any markings that could identify the place.

My heart skips a beat with excitement but that soon fades when I consider my new reality. Do I really care anymore what Sam does with her life? It’s for the most part no longer a mystery. The need to go snooping now seems rather a moot point. A lump forms in my throat at the still-fresh betrayal, my finger tracing the beautiful wax stamp sealing the envelope.

“What’s up? I thought you’d be over the moon to be accepted?”

“I am.”

“You don’t look it.”

“It’s just… I guess my objective has changed in the last forty-eight hours.”

“You never really explained to me what your interest is with that place anyway.”

I lean back in my chair, inhaling deeply to abate the tears. “I thought it may answer a few questions for me, but I’ve since learned those closest to me aren’t as they seem.”

Amanda’s phone rings from her desk, and when she realizes her headpiece isn’t on, she stands and makes a path for the door before turning to face me once more. “Speaking of closest, Samantha came to the office to see you.”

This time, my heart leaps to my throat almost choking me. “She did? When?”

“Twice, actually. Both days when you were ‘sick.’” She uses air quotes.

I smile at her teasing, realizing she’s more onto me than I think, but then my heart breaks just that little bit more knowing why Sam came to visit me, and it wasn’t to discuss sibling business.

I check my cell in case I’ve mistakenly missed her call or ignored a message. Nothing. My brows crease in confusion. Why would she come and visit instead of calling? Especially after all the missed calls she would have on her cell. Was she coming with an admission of guilt, to simply appease me so I stop harassing her, or to continue on the path of lies she’s so happily taken? All three are viable options but none I can stomach right now.

My email pings and I lean forward to open the message, smiling