Page 101 of Alfie: Part Two

I smiled and pushed the chicken closer to Colby. “What do you want for Christmas, Colby?”

“A bunny?” Ellie asked him pleadingly.

Poor boy. He didn’t get a word in edgewise before Ellie had a bunch of suggestions that would magically appear in her room if she had her way. He took it in stride, though. A princess castle? Another cat? A doll? Legos?

“I don’t know,” he laughed quietly. “I did like Legos when I was a kid. Does that count?”

“You know, we actually did a segment on that a couple of years ago,” I mentioned. “It’s become a grown-up hobby.”

“I know what Colby needs,” Alfie said, forking up more rice and sauce. “His own car. He needs to get around.”

That wasn’t a bad idea at all, actually. Despite the wide-eyed look Colby was currently giving us.

Throughout dinner, that buzzing question popped up every now and then—where I asked myself if I was a killer. Or rather, if I cared about the answer. And somewhere between Alfie and Colby cracking up at one of Trip’s deadpan puns and Ellie wondering if she could dye Shorty’s fur blue, the solution came to me.

The questions were wrong.

Had I helped out in eliminating Giulia’s attacker?

Yes.

Did that make me feel guilty?

Not one fucking bit.

“What about green?” Ellie hedged.

What was she smoking? She became outraged if someone suggested she colored an animal in one of her coloring books a shade that wasn’t realistic.

Alfie chewed around a mouthful of food and stared at her. “You think it’s the color we’re saying no to? You can’t fuckin’ dye the cat’s fur, baby. It’s nuts.”

I leaned closer to him. “What about yellow?”

Ellie gasped. “I like yellow!”

Alfie gave me a look. “And you callmea shit-stirrer.”

I smirked.

CHAPTER 24

Alfie Scott

Igroaned sleepily into my pillow and instinctively pulled my knee higher. Waking up with kisses along my spine never hurt. Especially with his morning wood poking at my ass.

“What time is it?” I mumbled.

“Almost five. But no messages yet.”

Five?! Wait, message—oh shit, because it was Tuesday. Fuck. Yeah, okay, so the police had found the first surprise. Depending on how early people were out, number two and three would soon get called in. After that, media shitshow.

I let West’s seduction sweep me away again, and I arched my back and pushed out my ass for him. To which he hummed appreciatively and dropped an openmouthed kiss between my ass cheeks.

I shivered and groaned again, and he began driving me crazy. He kneaded my flesh firmly and sensually, all while he licked me and fucked me softly with his tongue.

“Fuck,” I exhaled.

My mouth was too dry, so I lifted my head and squinted at the nightstand. West always kept a glass of water there, so I reached for it and chugged the last half he’d left behind. Then I caught a whiff of his cologne, and I returned the glass.

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