Page 64 of Savage Promises

Neve likes it in several different positions, apparently. The PI got the whole show. Thanks to his zoom lens, there can be noIt’s not what it looks like, because there’s his cock, and there’s her pussy. All in sharp clarity.

Virgin, my ass.

Everything in my chest loosens as I flip through them. Each one should stoke a dangerous fire in my gut, but it’s a soothing balm. I have all my answers. And a plan.

I shove the photos back into the envelope.

“Where are they now?” I ask the PI, my voice low but with an edge that can cut diamonds.

“In his apartment,” he replies, professional and detached.

I nod and reach out to shake his hand. “The money is already in your account.”

“Lovely doing business with you again, Mr. Quinlan.” He taps the roof of my car. “Good luck.”

“I’m already lucky.” I slide the window back up and turn to Connor, seated next to me.

I hand him the photos. His eyes widen as he takes in what should be my shame.

“Jesus,” he grouses, looking at me with an edge of panic. “Am I killing them?”

I laugh and slap my knee. “No fucking way. And ruin seeing the look on Neve’s face? Creed,” I say to my guard in a steady voice and hand him a slip of paper. “Take us to this address.”

“Yes, boss,” he agrees with a little too much enthusiasm.

We pull up to a run-down apartment building. I step out of the SUV, my hands balled into fists.

Neve’s bodyguard Lars exits a double-parked car and smells of weed. “Boss? Is there a problem?”

I glare at him. “Did you know my fiancée is fucking another man in there?”

His eyes bulge out of his head. “What? She told me her coach is...tutoring her.”

“And you fucking believed that?”

Connor gets out of my Sentinel and Lars steps back, knowing he’s in trouble.

I consider how to handle this. Guards protect, they’re not paid to ask questions. But I still see this as some kind of betrayal since it’s obvious that this coach isn’ttutoringNeve aboutvolleyball.

“Take care of this,” I say, waving to Connor.

I don’t look back, and I don’t care what happens to Lars. In five minutes, Neve will no longer be my fiancée and won’t be entitled to a guard.

Someone leaves the building and I dash inside. I trek up to the second floor. Even if I didn’t know the apartment number, the sound of grunting would give them away.

Creed jogs up the stairs and gets behind me. I smoothly open the apartment door using a Mac tool to pick the lock. Following the sounds and smell of sex, I skulk down a narrow hallway to a bedroom with the door ajar.

Neve is naked, grunting, and dripping with sweat, riding her coach’s cock.

I kick open the door and lean against the frame. When I do, it’s as though time freezes.

The coach meets my eyes, his hips going still, but his face pales as he recognizes me. It’s the only reason I went to Neve’s last match. So he’d see my face and know who I am.

WhatI am.

Cursing, he pushes Neve away and she tumbles off the bed.

“You thought you could fuck my fiancée,Coach?” I bark.

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