“I still think you and Dec could have something.”
“No,” I say firmly because as much as I want to be with someone who makes me feel like Dec does, it just ends up a bigger mess each time we try.
I laugh when I hear Mase’s voice echoing my own, “No!” He does follow his up with more words though. “Baby, please, just mind your own business,” he says, and I laugh again, louder.
“I can’t,” Liv protests. “She’s my sister.”
The genuine affection and concern she carries in her voice makes me smile at the love and warmth she extends to me.
“Yes, and Dec is my brother so back the fuck off and leave them to it.”
“Alright,” she says, seemingly compliant but I’m not convinced. “Hang on, Anita, this fucking coffee machine is conspiring against me again. Meet me for lunch one day. I’m back to work tomorrow but as Mase has made me the boss I can do any time so just let me know when you can do.”
With our goodbyes exchanged and me giggling at Liv’s constant battle with Mase’s coffee machine, I turn my attention back to the potato cakes with smoked salmon and cream cheese canapes for tonight’s function.
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The next couple of hours fly by and by the time my dad arrives to collect the food I have almost forgotten about my earlier encounter with Dec. Not forgotten as such, but it’s not as fresh in my mind as it was, except I might have just refreshed it. I help to load the van and as my dad heads off to the function room I run back into the club for my bag. Once I have it, I head out to find Dec in the bar with a member of staff. A very buxom blonde member of staff who appears to have his tongue in her mouth.
The horror I feel etched on my face is compounded further when another woman who looks like the first one appears behind them and seems to be nuzzling Dec’s ear. I cough, genuinely shocked by just how big a man whore he is. They all turn to look at me but only Dec looks embarrassed to find me bearing witness to their exchange or whatever the hell it is they’re sharing. Not that I am in a position to judge because I wouldn’t expect to be judged by Dec for Jack.
A small laugh escapes my lips, not because I find this scene funny, but I now realise just how out of my depth I was and always would have been with Dec. I have been stung before by a man with no scruples or moral code. Never again.
“Cupca…Anita,” he corrects himself and suddenly I only feel sad that I am no longer Cupcake. “I thought you’d gone.”
“I am, right now. And Dec, me nor my canapes are mediocre, but this,” I say bitchily with a sneer and a dismissive wave of my finger between the two women who are simply standing there wide-eyed, but seemingly unbothered by me or my presence. I’m unsure if they have even got my inference about them but don’t wait to find out. I simply walk to my car and text Jack because the sooner I flush Declan Harding from my system the better.
Chapter 8
Declan
“Oh God, yes, like that,” I hiss as I feel my balls tightening and the warm wetness of a mouth sliding up and down my length.
I glance down at the brunette on her knees before me and curse myself for looking. Now I have seen her I am going to struggle to pretend that she’s someone else, Anita. I can’t even remember her name as I slide my hands through her hair, pulling her down onto me more firmly. I am so close to coming and she seems to sense it too. Her mumbling around my dick gives me a sadistic thrill.
A slap to my leg encourages me to loosen my hold enough for her to rest back on her heels.
“My jaw hurts,” she whines. “Fuck me instead,” she pleads, but I have no intention of fucking her pussy.
“Darling, suck me,” I reply, just needing to come. “Blow me and then I’ll make you come.” The way she came earlier suggests the dangling carrot of another orgasm should be enough for her to finish me off.
She grins up at me and goes back to the task in hand, well mouth, and with my eyes firmly shut I push thoughts of what a bastard I am out of my mind and conjure images of my Cupcake when she was on her knees in that hotel room and that is the final bittersweet touch I need to get me there. I come hard, but there’s almost an emptiness about it. That only increases when I watch her swallow my seed, almost resenting her for doing that.
She smiles and I know she’s waiting for me to make her come and I will but before either of us make a move, the office door flies open and Liv is standing there.
“What the fuck?” she asks, already covering her face but her fingers are splayed allowing her to see everything.
I am helping the woman on her knees to her feet and encouraging her to leave which she does reluctantly whilst I adjust my clothing.
“You might want to consider knocking,” I tell Liv who is bright red.
“You might want to lock the door,” she replies, making me laugh, especially when I remember Mase coming through another unlocked door into the honeymoon suite where he found me and Anita.
I close the distance and attempt to hug her, but she backs away from my touch and kiss.
“What?” I ask at her objectionable expression at the prospect of a kiss.
“I have no clue where those lips have been,” she tells me, deadly serious. “Oh, and maybe wash your hands.” She recoils making me laugh loudly, but I’m already heading to the small bathroom in my office where I wash my hands.
