Page 42 of Knight

“Yeah.” The paper crumples in my hand. “It’s true.”

“You alright?”

I don’t know if I’ll ever be okay knowing what I know now. This only leads me to more questions. More heartache. Who the fuck killed my parents? “D-Did Cindy do this?”

“I don’t know.” Damien places another paper on Cindy’s desk. “But Cindy’s shady.”

“What’s that?” The paper in front of me has a bunch of numbers on it, names I don’t recognize or understand. It looks like bank information, one usually saved for an accountant or something.

“It’s the billing information for MOCHA,” he explains. “And for some reason, Marion Roy has received a shit ton of funds since her first day in Eden. It’s the same amount of cash that should be going into King Financial.”

“What does that even mean?” I ask. “I don’t speak ‘rich people’.” And my mind is still going a million miles a second from what I just found out. I can’t even begin to comprehend what he’s saying right now.

He perches his butt on Cindy’s desk, long leg hanging off the side. “It means, my aunt is taking money from my dad’s company and I need to find out why.”

“And I need to find out what Cindy knows about my parents. Why does she have this?”

“Looks like we both have a mystery on our case.”

“Great. More things in common.”

He smirks, “You know what else we share in common?”

“Do I wanna know?” Leaning back in the chair, I cross my arms, an eyebrow arched.

“We’ve both fucked at MOCHA.”

The images of Damien and I tangled together on the bathroom countertop surfaces in my mind. That’s the day everything changed. Where I realized this thing I have for Damien is deeper than I thought. “And I still don’t know what we are.”

“We’re Jo and Damien.” He leans in closer, bringing his lips temptingly close to mine. The way they curl up to his cheeks tells me he knows it drives me wild.

I keep my eyes on his but they’re no better than his lips. “And you think I killed your father.”

“Wanna share another thing in common?” Swinging those long legs over the desk, he invades my space.

Swallowing hard, I push my own questions out. “Why do you keep doing that? Why do you keep dodging my question when you’ve made it very clear what you think?”

He swivels the chair, taking my hand and pulling me off before he sits me on his lap. “I wanna fuck you right here and share another thing in common.” To back him up, I can feel his cock stiffening under my ass, his hands sliding up my waist. “I hate seeing you in this,” he growls, top lifting as he climbs his hand higher, shivers rolling through me.

“Jo? King?”

A voice comes from outside and my heart starts to beat faster.

“Fuck,” I mutter. We can’t get caught in here. I know I’ll be the one getting busted for breaking in.

“Perez?” Damien recognizes the voice before I do and when we look towards the bathroom, Christian’s peeping in through the window. Damien groans, “You gotta be fucking kidding me.”

“Me?” Christian’s sparkling white Converse comes through the window before he’s hoisting himself in. “What the fuck are you guys doing?”

Damien slides me off his lap, coming to his feet, arms crossed as he watches his friend come into the room. “Handling business.”

“You mean, committing a crime?” Christian looks at both of us. He’s in a black coat, jeans, a green scarf around his neck.

Damien takes a step forward, approaching him when a hand comes in front of me. He pushes me behind him like he’s my protection. “You follow us?”

Christian doesn’t move. “Well I tried texting and when you said you were going to MOCHA I didn’t think you meant breaking in. Don’t you have a key, King?”

Wait. “He what?”

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