“It’s a matter of respect, you see.” Bending down to her height, I breathe into her ear, “To make sure a woman gets off the way she deserves.”
A pink tinge hits her cheeks, an adorable blush I can’t help but trace with a red fingernail.
“Will you help me?” A smile creeps across my lips, “Promise I’ll make it worth your while.”
A stuttered nod is all I get before she crashes her lips to mine.
Holding back a sigh, I thread my fingers through locks that aren’t as dark as I would have liked. Closer to a rich caramel then Tahira’s dark chocolate colour, my little Cinderella barely makes the cut.
I kiss her back, pressing her petite body flush against mine. She’s about the same size as Marlin’s girlfriend and that thought alone is enough to dampen my panties.
I wonder what Melody is up to rightnow…
Chapter 15
CHRISTOPHER
I’ve been in a lot of shitty situations.
But nothing, as far as I can remember, comes anywhere close to this level of creepy.
“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”
A childish peel of laughter rings out like an old recording, scaring the ever-loving shit out of me.
“Rags for riches, that’s how she goes. And yet, not even Christopher Deville was prepared for this show.”
The mask frozen in a horrifying scream looks at me from fractured pieces of glass. The broken mirror stands in front of me, but whoever’s behind the freak show is doing a damn fine job of reflecting their face off every surface imaginable.
“Will he stumble, will he fall? Or will he claimthe fairest one of all?”
“The rhyme is cute, but let’s put the mask away and try to be civil-
A shard of glass comes flying towards the back of my head.
Dropping to the floor, I roll over the shattered pieces, ripping yet another shirt and pulling my backup pistol out of its holster.
Locked and fucking loaded.
“Sorry, mate. Playtime’s over.” Swinging the gun around the room, I’m prepared to shoot anything that moves, “Come on out so we can chat.”
Something heavy hits the broken mirror, shattering the rest of the glass. Distracted by the noise, I have half a second to make out the masked man charging at me with a knife.
He tackles me to the ground, sending us rolling over bloodstained shards. The gun gets knocked out of my hands, the little fucker slashing at my arms until I have no choice but to hit back.
A muffled yelp slips out when I flip us so his back is pinned to the broken glass. Blood paints the edges of his mask, the stark blue eyes behind the thick plastic looking at me with unfiltered fear.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” Gripping his shoulders, I pin him in place, “Take off the mask and let’s talk like normal people.”
And just like that, the fear melts from his eyes.
“Sorry, mate.” Bright irises flicker with something dangerous, “Playtime’s over.”
My accent floats through the room, a perfect replica of my voice coming out of someone else’s mouth.
If I thought the mirror shit was creepy, this is fucking abominable.
“What the hell-
