Page 68 of Irons

Creed looked at the floor and wouldn’t look at me or Wrenly. “I saw how upset Wrenly was about the possibility of other things that could have happened last night. So, I went over the recordings. I promise I’m not letting anyone else see the videos.”

I crossed my arms. “What did you find?”

He looked in a completely different direction. “It wasn’t hard just to watch the both of you. I can say with confidence that no other man was near Wrenly. Irons, you tore her clothes off her in the hall as you kissed and backed her into that closet. Nobody else entered, and you must have left your phone in the banquet hall. Patrick was later seen walking by, completely fucking naked, and found her underwear. So, whatever happened is just between the two of you.”

I shut my eyes. “Thank God.”

I opened them and looked down at Melissa. “What are you doing with Creed today, and how do you look so normal?”

She held one finger up. “Only four Originals aren’t hung over, so I’m assisting.” She held a second finger up. “I don’t drink wine and I’m allergic to chocolate. Drakos knows better than to eat chocolate then kiss me and he doesn’t drink wine either.”

I gagged.

“The tequila bottle though?” Wrenly scrunched her nose as she tilted her head.

Melissa rolled her eyes. “Who do you think drank the tequila? We had no idea what was happening, so we hit the tequila pretty hard and joined the fun. I happen to be blessed and never feel hungover, but Drakos is in his bed, probably still crying.” She shook her head in disgust. “Lightweight.” Her eyes met mine. “Who knew black ops guys were so sensitive? They’re all crying about one thing or another.”

Creed looked disturbed. “Drakos had a bottle stuck up his ass, Axton woke up with his dick in his hand and was a complete mess, with said bottle practically in his face. Magnus is now 5G with a magic battery that doesn’t die, and somehow he’s having the best orgasms of his life thanks to my wife. I think they all have a reason to cry, Melissa. Plus, while you’re making fun of Magnus over at the medical center, I’m looking over videos I don’t want to watch.”

Melissa laughed and looked at Wrenly. “It’s funny as shit. One minute you’re talking with Magnus, then the next his butt vibrates and he’s giving you his “O” face. It’s still happening although he’s all dried up.”

“You’re instigating it, Melissa. You kept recording it and sending it to Morgan. Nobody will take the phone away from her because Addie is like a pit bull, and now, either Irons calls his service provider, or I have to go home and face off with my sevenyear old daughter. I really don’t want to have to face Addie. She will ask me why I’m taking mommy’s phone away, and that child is like a human lie detector.”

I held my hand out. “I’ll do it, just let me have your phone.”

Wrenly

In a way, I was glad Melissa came with Creed. I needed the laugh more than I should admit. Creed said he had to skip out on Mass and lunch with the Rossi’s to watch circus porn. He also said he would be meeting with operatives individually to explain what he saw happen to them in the security footage.

Creed and Melissa stayed while Travis took a shower.

“Why was Patrick so upset about his family tree and DNA?” I asked.

Melissa laughed too hard, and Creed shook his head. “Because he isn’t just a dumb adult, he was an even dumber kid. I guess their family went to a family reunion at the state park when he was like fourteen or maybe younger, not sure. He left the family reunion and met a girl all the way on the other side of the park. The girl wanted to walk over closer to her family reunion and Patrick walked with her, having his sense of direction completely off and more focused on the girl. He didn’t realize she walked him to his own family reunion, and got caught fingering his cousin in the public bathroom. He says he got therapy, and it was traumatizing, but did okay until Morgan got drunk one night and told everyone. Now he’s constantly getting teased and is paranoid about living in a small rural area with family nearby.”

Melissa giggled. “He thinks the genealogy discussion is just as important as consent before sex. I think he will probably offer those genealogy tests to every woman in town.”

I scrunched my nose. “He finger fucked his own cousin?”

Creed nodded. “Yeah, and fucking with him about it is a blast, but it’s Creed’s Lake business. We don’t need the tabloids getting that story and having the Creed name anywhere attached to it.”

“Oh yeah, could you imagine?” Melissa shook her head. “Incest in an A-list actresses family?”

Out of nowhere, Creed sat up straight and gasped. He looked at Melissa and tilted his head. “How the hell did Drakos know not to eat those brownies? Wait, you said…” His eyes grew and he leaned in. “Are you? No way, nope that’s not possible.” He shook his head then tilted it, then scratched his head. “Or is it?”

I laughed but Melissa stood and stomped on his foot. “Ouch shit!”

“My torso is regular size, asshole!”

“Regular size is…he’s six foot ten, Melissa! Regular size is even too small! How the fuck does that work?” He yelled as he tried working the pain out of his foot.

Good luck with that one, Creed.

“I don’t know, go watch your circus porn, dickhead!” Melissa stormed off and Creed chased after her.

“I don’t want to watch circus porn, and hey, I’m your boss goddammit! Get back here! How the hell do you move so fast with those short legs? Slow the fuck down!”

I shut the door and laughed so hard I could barely stand up straight. Melissa was totally messing with him, I could see it written all over her face.

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