Eve
I’ll be there as soon as I can. Leave the door open and the lights off. Be a good boy and wait for me naked in your room.
Don’t touch yourself. That’s my job ;)
My body thrums with excitement as I read her message and then re-read it to make sure I didn’t miss anything. Eve that night was a woman who knew what she wanted, and I was turned on as fuck as she rode my face. Her take-charge attitude was a complete turn-on, and I loved every second.
I groan, thinking about that night and wondering what tonight holds for us, and with that, I take a quick shower. Stepping out of the fastest shower I have ever taken, I throw a towel around my waist, unlock the door just as she instructed, pick up my beer from the table, and finish the rest. I shut off the lights and head into my bedroom, stripping off my towel just as I step into the room.
Whenever a woman tells you to wait for her naked and in bed, it’s best if you just oblige.
Chapter Ten
EVIE
“Love the Way You Lie” by Eminem
I’ve been busy these past few weeks and haven’t been able to reach out to Jameson since I sent that last text message on the dating app. Pretending you are dead and trying not to be seen is more complicated than one would think. My Uncle Andrés summoned us to meet with him in Mexico about the incident with Emma in her apartment.
Emma and Liv were catching up and visiting, since Liv spends most of her time at Dax’s place. Julian must have been in Emma’s apartment and wrote a message on her mirror. This prompted Eduardo to race to her apartment and drag her out with a bag. I had been watching the apartment as they drove away.
After that incident, it is clear he is in Houston and has found her. We just don’t know how, but we have to be smart about when to anticipate his next move.
She’s been at Eduardo’s ever since that night. He has provided around-the-clock security detail for her. Someone takes her to work, or he personally takes her places. She is evenworking the night shift at the hospital now. We hope it is safer that way.
Emma was back at the apartment today, and we were on high alert. Their friends from Padre Island are here and unpacked their stuff hours ago. Watching them tonight proved to be an act of patience. I was at The Viceroy Club with Mateo, watching Emma and her friends from afar. Eduardo allowed her out of his sight as long as she brought the girls to his club, where he could have his security and bouncers watch over them closely.
I had been waiting at the club. Her friends from Padre Island and her best friend, Liv, walk in. The girls are excited about tonight, but Emma is frowning, looking at her best friend. Concern etches her face as she tries to have fun but will not leave Liv’s side. I immediately notice Liv looking a little peaked. Despite her best performance, the girl seems one step away from puking in a trashcan.
Always watching and never participating, I feel like I’m living my life through Emma and her friends, except I’m not; I’m nobody. I sigh.
Suddenly, I see a man approaching Emma and her friends dancing. On high alert, I sit up straight on my barstool and send a message to Mateo, but he’s already on the dance floor watching Emma as this random girl grinds on him. I’m also watching Emma, and she seems to notice something is off.
Security is around the dance floor talking into their headsets. I walk toward the dance floor’s perimeter, wondering if this is when my cover is blown, but Mateo and I make eye contact. The girl he is dancing with has her head buried in his chest and is holding onto him. He shakes his head at me, and I immediately go back.
A big, muscular guy wearing a tight-fitted Henley shirt with tattoos in places similar to Eduardo’s approaches Emma with a predatory gleam in his eye. He starts to dance closely againsther, and a small commotion occurs on the dance floor. A very pissed-off Eduardo tells the guy something in his ear while looking at my sister. He nods in recognition when he realizes his error. Emma is led off the dance floor hand-in-hand with Eduardo, and I visibly relax. Then she turns back and rips her hand away, running to Liv.
Liv is holding onto a barstool, swaying as if she is one breath away from passing out of the floor. She motions for Eduardo, and he quickly calls for security. Liv is picked up and taken upstairs to what I assume is Eduardo's office. Emma and the girls follow her upstairs past the VIP areas and into the back hallway. Mateo abandons his partner on the dance floor and walks to me with purpose.
I toss back a shot of tequila and pass one over to Mateo. He takes it from me and throws it back in a similar fashion. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. I lean over to talk with him. The music is unforgiving, but I can’t wait and need to know now.
“What happened? Did you see what went on?” I lean in closer to hear him better, but then pull back. “Ugh, you smell like a brothel.” The cheap perfume is so sickly sweet that it’s nausea-inducing. “Is this what Liv smelled?”
He shakes his head.
“You’re so dramatic, Evie.” He moves closer, despite my wrinkling my nose and the stench emanating from his shirt.
“It really does smell bad. I’m allergic to cheap perfume.”
He ignores me.
“Yeah, that guy with Emma was a distraction. I saw another guy walking around that was staring at Emma. It’s probably a good thing Liv had to be carried away. It brought extra security around them, honestly.”
I see a bouncer escorting a man through the crowd and walking toward the VIP rooms. I nod.
“Wanna bet that’s Liv’s boyfriend?” Mateo snorts at his own question.
“Wanna bet that girl’s pregnant?” I counter and look over at my brother with one raised eyebrow.
