“Yes, sir. See you soon.” She says.
“Thank you,” I respond and end the call.
If Lyla is Mercedes, there is no fucking way I’m letting anyone touch her tonight. I need fucking answers and I am not leaving until I get the fucking truth. My phone pings and I see a text from my brother Cruz. Opening it up I laugh. Jesus Christ.
Cruz:
That fuck wanted to run his mouth. Now I got his sister on her knees.
Me:
Bro… good job but I didn’t need to see a picture of your cock.
Cruz:
Should I send it to him? Anon of course
Me:
After all that shit talking tonight, he deserves it. Have fun.
Cruz:
This is going to be so much fun.
I laugh, shaking my head. That prick Weston deserves it. The ladies flock to my brothers, so it was easy to get Weston’s little sister for the night. It seems by that picture alone, my brother is going to have a wonderful night.Not me though. I’m on a mission for answers.
Pulling up to Velvet Veil, I don’t see her car anywhere. I take a deep breath, thanking the heavens that what I thought about Lyla being Mercedes… isn’t true. Now I kind of regret paying triple for her time but I might as well use her body and fuck Lyla out of my system. It hasn’t worked thus far but can’t blame a man for trying.
Getting out of the car, I click the lock and head for the front door. Looking around I notice a white four door car sitting in the corner with its engine running. Thinking nothing of it I continue my trek up the stairs and open the front door. I’m immediately engulfed with soft classical music and the scent of dragon's blood, one of my favorite incense fragrances. Walking over to the bar I order my usual and Collette approaches.
“Mr. Knight, no mask tonight?” she asks and I shake my head.
“Not tonight, Madam. Please ensure that Mercedes doesn’t wear one either.” I inform her and she nods.
“Very well. Should I use the card that is on file?” She asks and I smile, taking a sip of my drink.
“Yes, please. Thank you.” I tell her and she walks away to her office. I scan the room and check out the other girls workingtonight. None of them look familiar to me. I’ve only ever used Mercedes. My brothers are a different story. I’m pretty sure they’ve ran through just about every woman in here, including Collette. Money is no object to them. I, on the other hand, am very picky. I don’t like blondes and I prefer a girl with an edge to her. Whether that be piercings or tattoos. Someone I can vibe with. Taking another sip of my drink, Colette comes back into the room walking over to me.
“You are all set, Mr. Knight. Same room as last time.” She tells me and I finish my drink, leaving a tip on the bartop and exiting the foyer. Walking down the hallway, I reach the room and open the door, stepping inside. As always Mercedes has her back to me wearing a tight deep purple silk nighty that reaches mid-thigh really accentuating her ass. Stepping further into the room, I’m hit with the scent of Lyla, which has my brows narrowing the closer I get to her. Once I reach her, I wrap my arms around her tiny waist and run my fingers up her stomach and over her breast, tweaking her pierced nipple as I lick the column of her neck.
“You taste so good, Mercedes.” I breathe, pressing my hard cock against her ass. Her body stiffens as soon as the words leave my lips. She spins in my arms and she gasps as my eyes collide with brown ones. The stab I feel in my chest, as the realization of everything hits me at once.
“Case?” she whispers and I take a step back. She swallows thickly when she takes a step towards me and I move back even further, not being able to form the words sitting at the edge of my tongue. “Case, say something please,” She begs and I shake my head.
“Did you know this whole time?” I growl and she shakes her head.
“How can I believe you? You’ve been lying to me since day one!” I spit but she keeps shaking her head.
“I couldn’t tell you about this part of my life and I certainly did not know for one second that you were you. You have to believe me,” she pleads but I shake my head.
“How long Lyla?” I ask through gritted teeth, my fists tight at my sides.
“What do you mean how long?” she asks and I clench my jaw wanting to throw something across the room. I’m so fucking mad. Was this a game? Did she do this all on purpose to take all of my fortune? Is this a set up? I need fucking answers but I also want to fuck them out of her.Fuck! My mind is so fucked from this girl.This whole time I’ve been paying the girl I want most, the one I’m forbidden to be with–for sex. All this time I’ve been fucking Lyla out of my system, using Mercedes just for her to be the girl I’m hopelessly in love with.Fuck!
Watching her leave the house damn near killed me. I didn’t mean to get so mad at her but why the fuck is her face all scraped up? Why is there a handprint around her throat and why the fuck is she lying to me? The rage that flowed through my veins, took me over the edge and I shouldn't have yelled at her the way I did. She asked for space and I still questioned her but what really has my mind going crazy with suspicion, is her nipple ring. There’s only one person that I know who has that and her identity to me has always been a secret.Fuck this.I race down the stairs, grab my keys and leave the house. Getting in my car I sync my phone to the bluetooth and call her but all it does is ring. So I text her.
Me:
