Page 4 of Amour Fou
“Maybe she just needs to relax a little.” Tilting my head in Zeke’s direction, I elbow him, still keeping my eyes on the sway of Alyssa’s hips as she walks away from me. “Or she just needs a good dick to suck.” I chuckle.
Alyssa stops, turning on her heel to face me. Slowly raising her eyebrow, she smirks back at me.“Prefiero cortarme la garganta antes que arrodillarme ante ti, perra.”
Ok, I’m completely aroused at her shouting at me in another language.
“I don’t speak French.” I shrug.
“It’s Spanish, you moron,” Nix snorts.
“Ah.” I nod once, still facing her. I speak in Zeke’s native language. “Ya amar ‘iinaha majnuneh.”
“Uskut!”Zeke scoldsme, clicking his fingers beside him as though I’m a dog. That’s a first. Usually, he’s more than happy to engage in this kind of banter with a woman.
“Y’know…‘ana ‘afhamuk!”She winks.“Yixrib beitak, wa-beitilli xallafuuk.”Looking me up and down with a disgusted expression.
Cairo bursts out laughing beside her, clutching her stomach with one hand, the other encasing Alyssa’s wrist gently.
“That’s what you get, Xaden!” She laughs harder, pulling Alyssa with her. “For being such a flash piece of shit.” Throwing her head back, she cackles even louder. Alyssa walking in time with her.
“What did she just say?” Nix asks, stepping beside us.
“She just asked God to destroy his house and the house of the people who gave birth to him,” Zeke replies.
“That’s harsh,” Nix scoffs.
Zeke turns to face him, while simultaneously standing in front of me. “Most of our insults are, we go straight for the jugular.”
“Brother, I think I’m in love.”
Zeke groans beside me, smacking me on the side of the head.
“What the fuck, man?” I exclaim, rubbing it gently.
“Do you really have to bother the staff.” Zeke looks down on me, pointing behind him, and I can tell he’s majorly pissed, but there’s also something else there that I can’t quite place. “We’re already short as it is, and I’m sick of having my ass chewed out because I can’t keep you in line!”
Holding my hands up in surrender, I grin. “Alright, I’m sorry.”
Screwing his face up, he shakes his head. “No, you’re not.”
“She’s sexy as fuck though, right?” I smile so broadly my face begins to ache, and I watch the muscles ripple through Zeke’s jaw as he fights the smile.
“Get some fucking work done.” He chuckles, taking a few steps back from me, before eventually turning around.
“You know I’m right!” I call to him.
“Do you ever stop talking?” Nix questions, and considering he’s a man of many words himself, the audacity of the question isn’t lost on me.
“No.” I shove my hands in my trouser pockets, turning my head to face him. “But maybe if you stopped talking to women for a bit, you wouldn’t end up looking like you went two rounds with Mike Tyson.” I grimace, lifting my finger to poke the bruise before he inevitably smacks my hand away.
Dropping my bags onto the bed, I smile, looking around at how absolutely stunning this room is—the place that will be my home while we prep for the next show. Deepest Desires has always been extremely elusive, you never knew where it was going to pop up, and it never lasted longer than that one night.
Since the new performance manager Cairo joined, things have taken a huge turn, her presence within the company changing everything for the better. This is not only an exclusive show every two months, but now… it travels. Spending a lot more time in one spot and spacing the entertainment over two days rather than one.
Since then, nobody has been able to stop talking about it. It’s still the most secretive party to get into, but the brand has grown drastically. Currently, it’s situated in Ohio, just outside of Thomson and McSherry forest, where the large manor house is secluded by tall trees and a large lake. Expanding over forty acres with only one way in… and one way out.
“What do you think?” Spinning on my heel, I see Cairo leaning against the wall with her hands crossed over her chest. “Pretty sweet, huh?” She grins.
“I love it.” I smile, sitting back in the bed. “Seriously, it’s amazing, Cairo.”
