His foreign tongue, whether in her mouth or ear, was enough for Honey to clench around his fingers, her thighs gripping his hand in a vise grip as she cried out, and that was enough for cum to splash out on her hand.
They breathed heavily, their eyes locked on each other until they fell into another kiss again. Nikos could spend the entire night in this room kissing Honey if he could, but the loud bang on the door a beat later stopped them. Honey jumped, and her eyes widened as if ice had been doused on her as reality set in. They were no longer living in a world of lust that involved only them.
Nikos’s brow was pinched with annoyance as he went to the corner table and grabbed the box of tissues from them. The banging continued, but Nikos ignored them as he wiped Honey’s hand clean and then his as they fixed themselves.
“Nikos,” Honey whispered, looking frightened.
Nikos winked at her before grabbing the first aid kit that had also been on that table. “Play along,” he whispered back, and Honey’s eyebrows rose as she watched him put an ice pack on her ankle.
Finally, once the scene was set, Nikos opened the door to see Antonis, two of his men, and Georgios. A heavy frown waspainted on Antonis’s face, deeper than it had been the night he had set out to kill Ricardo. He looked murderous.
“What’s the problem?” Nikos asked innocently in the same way he would respond to his teacher whenever they thought they had caught him in the act of doing something wrong. Long story short.
They never had.
“Where is Honey?” Antonis demanded, and Honey limped over from the wall with an ice pack in hand and the performance of a rising actress, he might add.
“Honey was in pain again, so I helped her,” Nikos said, gesturing to the first-aid kit in his hand, and though his uncle could do nothing to dispute his response, he still looked suspicious and murderous.
“Why was the door locked then?” Antonis asked.
“My bad. I thought you could come inside on your own, but I forgot the door is broken,” Nikos said. Antonis looked back at his cousin, and Georgios cleared his throat.
“It is broken, cousin. We still haven’t gotten the lock fixed yet,” Georgios admitted with his head down. Nikos could feel Honey’s eyes on him, and he knew she was probably surprised, wondering if he had chosen this room on purpose, and yes, he had.
He wasn’t stupid, and he would never put her life in jeopardy for his desire to be inside of her. He knew it was a risk to have done something here, right under his uncle’s nose, already knowing that his uncle was suspicious of him. But after that private-public performance for him, he needed to have her, and his uncle would just have to deal with his suspicions on his own.
The tension was still thick as they both stood at a standstill. Disapproval was saturated in his uncle’s gaze, but Nikos knewhis uncle couldn’t do anything. He was still Giannis Drakos’s son, and his uncle couldn’t do as he pleased. If it had been another man working for him, who had actually helped Honey, his uncle was so crazy about Honey that he would have simply killed him out of a jealous fit. But his uncle couldn’t do that with him, and everyone standing there knew that. Still, Antonis did not move, but Honey did.
“Thank you, Nikos,” she said as she came forward before she turned her brown eyes on Antonis. “I probably danced too soon, and that’s why my ankle is bothering me again. I was going to come to you after this and ask if we can talk about me having a few more days off.”
Antonis looked like a man caught between his desire to murder, and his weakness from having Honey’s attention on him willingly, but ultimately the latter won out as he walked away with Honey, heading to his office. His men and Georgios followed in tow, leaving Nikos by himself until Christos stepped forward.
“You good?” Christos asked him, and Nikos let out a sigh. He had to admit that this was the closest he had felt to death’s door in a while.
“My uncle is rattled,” Nikos said, and Christos nodded. Even a blind man could see that Antonis had made him his enemy.
“You sure you want to go forward with this?” Christos asked, and Nikos nodded. Once he made a promise, he would keep it. Soon, he would never see Honey on that stage again, and neither would his uncle.
C H A P T E R
42
RHEAGAN GNAWED ON HER BOTTOM LIP, STUDIOUSLY TAPPING HER RIGHT FOOT AS SHE WAITED OUTSIDE OF THE DOOR. She had come here determined, but now that she stood inside Antonis Tsagkarakis’s condo, her nerves had gotten the better of her. She took one shaky step back, and another, wondering if just a few more steps would lead her out the door and into the safety of her car until the door opened interrupting her traitorous thoughts.
Roberto, as he had introduced himself to her thirty minutes ago when she arrived after finding Antonis’s address from one of the girls she had worked with back at the club, opened the door, stepping aside, so she could come in. Hesitantly, she did,walking with the pace of a snail as she followed him into the huge penthouse that was even bigger than Nikos’s place. The living room was wide and luxurious with chandeliers hanging from the ceiling, and even the room smelled rich. She gawked at the spacious kitchen with all of its stainless steel items, gawked at the huge piano that was near the wall to wall windows that showed a beautiful view of the city, and she gawked some more until she stood in front of a man, who sat in the living room with a glass in his hand. Gray strands stood at attention throughout his dark brown hair, alerting her of his age. But even she could tell that, for an older man, he was handsome, and that he was the infamous Antonis Tsagkarakis, the owner of the Gentlemen’s Club she used to work at, and the man she had heard a lot about over the past months.
She had never met him before because she only started working there when Nikos was in charge, and when she quit, he still hadn’t returned yet until now. Now he sat in this beautiful penthouse like a king on his throne, and he looked at her with a bored gaze.
“Is this the girl who worked at my club in my absence?”
“Yes,” Roberto said. “Georgios hired her”
Antonis’s lip curled with disgust. “I should have broken all of Georgios’s fingers for trying to destroy my club.”
Rheagan gaped, offended, and though she knew this was a man she couldn’t speak casually to, she could not help but defend herself. “I made the club lots of money, and I’m just as beautiful and as good of a dancer as the other girls there, even as good as Honey.”
Antonis’s gaze darkened, and immediately, all of her bravado slipped from her. Vaguely, she could hear her sister’s warnings in her ears. Read the room, Raelyn would say. Don’t let youremotions get the better of you, Raelyn would say. And as Rheagan read the room now, she knew it was probably best to keep her mouth closed. He was a dangerous man judging from all the rumors she had heard about him from the dancers back at the club.
