Page 60 of Dirty Heirs

Sonny reached into his pocket and tossed his credit card onto the counter before her. He was equally irritated about how this woman treated us. After getting kicked off his boat, Sonny was in rare form, repeatedly clenching and unclenching his jaw.

“I’m sorry, sir,” she said to Sonny and handed over his credit card. “Your card has been declined.”

He forced out a laugh. “Not likely. There must be an issue with your card reader.”

She swiped it again and sighed. “Declined.”

“Do you know who I am?” Sonny snapped. “Try it again.”

Aiden threw out his arm in front of Sonny to stop him from making a scene. “Don’t worry about it. The room is on me.”

“No,” Sonny hissed, offended by his offer. “That’s a Black Card. It doesn’t have a limit to max out.”

“Your dad cut you off,” Aiden said.

Sonny pulled at the ends of his hair and stared at his feet. “I can’t believe he’s doing this to me.”

My chest ached when I looked at his handsome face and noted the pain in his eyes. Did he regret having sex with me? Did he wish we never met? He would still be living the dream life if not for me. Nothing I said would comfort him. So I remained quiet, playing with the seam of my shirt to still my shaking hand.

Aiden took the keycards from the clerk, and we walked toward the elevators, no longer joined at the hip. Sonny was a good five feet from us, hands shoved into his pockets and sulking. Brooding over his father’s betrayal, Sonny hopped into the elevator with us, eyes on the floor. He hadn’t looked at either of us since his card was declined.

“We will figure this out,” Aiden promised, but it was empty. “Your dad is just trying to show you he’s the boss.”

Sonny balled his hand into a fist and bit down on it. His cheeks were bright red, the color spreading down to his neck. Usually, he was calm and collected, on top of the world. But he was hurting because of me, so I felt compelled to say something.

“I didn’t mean to cause you…” My voice cracked as I spoke. “I wish I could do something to help you.”

“Stop it, El.” Sonny lifted his head, his eyes glassy. “Just stop fucking talking and let me think.”

“Knock it off.” Aiden slapped Sonny’s arm and got in his face, but Sonny wouldn’t look at him. “Don’t take this out on Ella. I told you not to flaunt our relationship in front of everyone. You chose to give Ella your jersey. And you fucking chose to kiss her in front of the entire school. That’s on you.”

“I know it’s my fault.” Sonny leaned back against the mirrored wall and sighed. “My dad warned me to stay away from Ella after the game, and I didn’t listen. I didn’t care.” Sonny put his face in his hands and groaned. “And now…”

A rich boy like Sonny wouldn’t do well without his family’s money and protection. He never had to work a day in his privileged life.

The doors opened on the tenth floor. We scrambled out of the elevator in search of our suite. Of course, Aiden booked the penthouse. The Wellingtons never did anything half-assed.

My family had money, but it paled in comparison to the founders of Devil’s Creek. People like Sonny and Aiden could afford to buy an island. Maybe they already owned one.

Aiden jammed the keycard into the slot and guided me inside the tiled foyer. A vase of roses sat on a circular table in front of us. The suite was decorated in white and cream, tasteful and classy but also dull and uppity. I was sure the Wellingtons owned this hotel, though Aiden hadn’t mentioned it.

We passed by the dining area, living room, and hall bathroom and went straight into the bedroom. It was after six o’clock in the morning. The thick curtains cloaked the room in darkness, and I was thankful. My body throbbed from head to toe, especially between my legs. And after getting pulled out of bed after only an hour of sleep, I wanted to crawl into the bed and pass out.

Sonny stripped down to his boxer briefs and sat on the edge of the mattress. Running his fingers through his hair, he glanced at the carpet, still not speaking.

I got on my knees between his spread thighs. “Sonny, let me make you feel better.”

He looked at me. “How?”

I leaned forward and gripped the waistband of his boxers. “I can think of a few ways.”

Licking my lips, I inched his underwear down his thighs and fisted his shaft. Within seconds, he was semi-hard and growing in my hand. Aiden discarded his clothes and flashed a mischievous smile that reached his eyes right before he bent down and licked Sonny’s dick with me. The two of us worked so well as a team.

When I was with them, I was whole.

Complete.

Aiden flattened his tongue against Sonny’s shaft, and I followed his lead, mimicking every movement. A sharp hiss escaped from Sonny’s mouth.

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