I’m so fucked.
It takes us well over an hour to clean up the massacre in the basement.
“What the fuck even happened in here?” Jay questions as he starts to tie up the yellow bags— ten altogether form a line near the stairs that lead up to the kitchen.
Kyro finishes wiping over the metal table that sits in the middle of the room. “Fuck knows, but that woman is kinky.”
“And how do you know that?” I throw back, feeling my hackles rise even though I clearly don’t have the right to defend her. Kyro rolls his eyes then lifts up the leather straps that are attached to the table, in his gloved hand. “What could she possibly need these for, hm? Strapping down a Christmas turkey? I don’t think so.”
Jay sniggers at the side of me. “They ain’t for no turkey, I’ll tell you that for free. I reckon she’s into some BDSM shit.”
The only reason I never noticed the leather straps is because of how much blood covered them and it was Kyro’s job to clean the table but now, you can’t miss them. There’s two at the bottom where I would assume someone’s feet would go, then there’s two more further up, possibly to strap a body down.
For once, I’m thankful for the mask I’m wearing because the way I’m chewing on my bottom lip like a feral dog is truly embarrassing.
What would Cherry look like strapped to that table? The leather of the straps digging into her ivory skin as I feast on her. Or maybe I’d let her tie me down and beg her to have her way with me?
Cherry is clearly a dangerous woman, and one that I’d happily get into trouble with.
I shake the thought from my mind. “You guys are weird.” I say, trying to dismiss this whole conversation but it clearly blows back in my face as Jay looks at me with a pointed stare.
“Dude, we all saw the way you were practically fucking her with your eyes.”
Frustration bites at me like an annoying insect. “I wasn’t fucking any—“
“Who are we fucking?” Cherry cuts me off, causing us all to spin around and face her. She stands at the bottom of the stairs with Albert at her side. Clearly we were all too busy to notice him disappearing to let her know that the job was done.
Green orbs like dark forests clash with mine and I’m afraid if she stares too long, she might see who I really am,whatI really am. So I drop my gaze and pull off the mask then shove it into my pocket. “No one.” I state.
Even though I wish you were fucking me.
“Yep. No shagging here but the offer is on thetableif you wanna’ hit me up, darling?” Jay’s incessant flirting grates in my ears and I have to force myself to hold back from tearing him a new one, luckily Cherry does that all by herself.
She tucks her hair behind one ear and steps towards Jay, all the while Albert is shaking his head in annoyance behind her.
Toe to toe she stands with Jay, her bare feet, a vivid contrast to his boots. She lifts her head to meet his gaze, a deadly confidence oozing out of her, then she rises on her tiptoes to whisper something in his ear. As she speaks silently in his ear, the teasing grin that pulls at his lips drops and his once tanned skin turns a deathly shade of white.
I’m eager to know what she's saying to him to cause this reaction. His jaw begins to tremble as she continues to whisper in his ear and just before she’s finished talking, she looks my way with a burning fire in her eyes. One that has my blood boiling beneath my flesh.
Cherry plants a deadly kiss on Jay’s cheek then steps back from him. “Do you understand me?” Her question is sharp, causing Jay to nod. “Ye.. yes, I understand.”
He trips over his own words and for the first time since working this job, I see true fear in his eyes.
“That’s a good boy.”
Fuck me, maybe I should have stepped out of line just so she could call me a good boy.
There’s a heavy silence between us, like we’re all afraid of speaking except for Albert. “I did warn you, Jay.” He tilts his head to the side but gets no response from Jay. His eyes are well and truly planted on the floor like a scolded child.
“Thanks for the clean up Albert, I really appreciate it.” Cherry speaks as if she didn’t just tear Jay a new asshole and we're all left bewildered at what the fuck just happened, except for Kyro of course.
”Well then, Miss Fuzzy Pussy is probably waiting for her daddy so can we please go?” With that, he collects his things and grabs a couple of the yellow bags then turns to face us before heading back upstairs. “Anyone?”
Cherry laughs then gestures for us to go back upstairs. “C’mon, we’d hate to make cat daddy late.”
“Thank you, someone who finally gets it.” Kyro says with.. is that a fucking smile?
What the fuck is happening right now?
