SAINT
I peer down to see she has passed the fuck out, she isn’t moving when I poke her side. I snap my gaze to Nick and quirk a brow in question.
“The fuck do we do now?” I ask sarcastically. The plan was to fuck her, have her begging for more and then leave, but now that plan has turned to shit because we fucked her into a coma!
“Put her on the sofa,” Nick says.
“She’s covered in fucking blood. So are we!” Chris bites back.
When Nick looks at each of us, he sighs and runs a hand through his hair. “Put her on the sofa. We’ll clean up while she’s passed out, then wake her.” Chris gently lifts her off me and carries her to the sofa in the back of the office. He lays her down, then covers her with a throw blanket.
The three of us clean up in the bathroom as bestwe can before dressing and placing our masks back on. Once we are done, we move back into the office to find Holly sitting up with a worried look on her face. She looks at each of us, then nibbles on her bottom lip.
“What now?” she whispers. I bite back my smirk.
“When we call, you answer. Deny us and you won’t like what happens.” Her eyes widen but she says nothing in response to Nick’s statement. Without uttering another word, the three of us leave the room.
We don’t head back to the party, we take the elevator in the back that is reserved for Nick and head down to the parking garage. Once we all pile into my car, I peel out of there. Only when we are a block away do we remove our masks.
“I’m keeping her,” I announce. Chris chuckles beside me, then reaches over and places his hand on my thigh and squeezes.
“She’s ours now, baby. One taste will never be enough where she is concerned,” he says.
Nick snorts in the backseat. “She’s cleaning my office.” Chris and I both chuckle. Holly is a clean freak and the mess we made in that office would have hit a nerve. Her apartment is spotless, everything has a place and every place has a thing—our girl has a bit of OCD.
My phone rings through the Bluetooth system in the car, and without checking the caller ID I hit answer. “Yeah?”
“Saint, where the fuck is she?” I grip the steeringwheel tighter and grind my teeth. Chris and Nick both snarl in hatred at the sound of my little brother's voice.
“No idea who you are talking about,” I say evenly.
The little shit scoffs. “She works at your fucking company. I know she had a party there tonight and now she isn’t answering my calls.” I roll my lips over my teeth to keep from smiling.
“Why on earth would yourgirlfriend,” I drag the word out just to be a prick, “not be answering your calls?” My boys both shake with silent laughter.
“Look, asshole, I was attacked in my apartment earlier today by three masked pussies.”
“Oh, no, are you hurt?” I ask in a mocking tone.
“Fuck you, Saint!” he roars. “They used my fucking phone and broke up with her and now she won’t answer my calls and let me explain.” I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. “The holidays are coming up and she was supposed to come with me to the cabin to meet Mom and Dad!”
“Oh boo-fucking-hoo, you little shit!” I snap. “You never deserved her anyway. She’s better off without you. Stop pouting like a little bitch and fuck off.” I end the call without remorse. My brother and I don’t get along at all. He hates that I have a boyfriend and can’t get over that I like to suck dick. The truth is, he just uses that as an excuse. He fucking hates that I don’t need to live off Mom and Dad, and the companies that I started never failed, they thrived. He’s always been ajealous little shit and I’ve never wanted anything he’s had, untilher.
“Dumb bitch’s mouth is writing a check his ass can’t cash.” I force a laugh for Chris’s benefit, I know he is trying to keep from spiraling but, it’s too late. My brother may be welcome at my parents’ cabin, but I just get the pity invite because they feel they have to have me there. Doesn’t look good when the infamous North’s own son doesn’t come home for the holidays.
The weekend passes by without a hitch. I’ve never been more excited for it to be a fucking Monday!
Chris and I don’t work on the same floor as Nick and Holly, but as of today, Holly is about to not only answer to Nick but to us as well. We have staff working round the clock over the weekend to make the preparations needed to accommodate the expansion on Nick’s office.
“Let’s go, I want to get there before she does,” Nick calls out as he heads for the front door. Chris rubs his hands together, then shoots me a wink.
“Let’s go introduce ourselves to the snowflake.” I smirk at my boy and slap his ass as he walks past.
The drive to the office takes half the time. I broke the speed limit the entire way and feel no fucking guilt over it. We head up to the twenty-eighth floor, it’sempty except for Sharon, the front receptionist, who greets the three of us with a smile, then hands us each our mail, Post-it notes with reminders and then lets us know our office is ready. Nick leads the way. As we stalk down the hallway, memories of what we did Friday night assault me and I’m instantly fucking hard.
The ghost of her screams echo around me as we enter the revamped office. The three of us stand shoulder to shoulder in the entrance and take in the sight. All three of our desks are against the windows, Holly’s desk against the far wall directly in front of us, giving us a clear view of herallday long.
“Keep your fucking cool, he may be your brother but it won’t stop him and your father from trying to sink us. We need this deal, and him losing his girlfriend should keep him distracted long enough for us to finish this merger.” If anyone else aside from Nick said that shit to me I would have broken their nose. Not him though. I know he is only saying this because he cares and only wants to see me prosper.
