Page 6 of Amour Fou
“Hey, Beansprout.” His smooth voice comes over the speaker. “Settled in ok?”
“Mhmm,” I respond, trying to choose which of the large hallways I’d prefer to walk down. Deciding to take the right, I stroll down it and continue talking to my brother. “The place is kind of creepy.”
“I know.” He laughs softly.
“Of course you would know.”
“I had to see where my little sister was going to be situated for the next couple of weeks.”
I roll my eyes, running my fingers along the elegant wood panelling design on the wall. The manor is giving Interview with a Vampire, and I’m here for it.
“You have my number, so call me whenever you need me ok, and no,” he interrupts me before I even get the chance to mention time to him, “I don’t care what fucking time it is. If you change your mind at any moment, you call me immediately. Do you understand me?”
“Ok, I promise.”
“Where I go, you go…” he murmurs.
I repeat our childhood saying. “Where you go, I go… Mav?”
“Yeah?”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I tell him, “I love you, y’know that right?”
“I love you too, Beansprout.”
“Be safe in your new job ok, and if anything happens to you, I swear on all that is holy, I’ll kill you myself, Mav.”
His laughter seeps down the line, and I have to fight my smile. “Beansprout, there’s no better person on this earth I’d rather have kill me than you.”
“You’re stupid,” I snort, straightening up from the wall.
“Shit, I have to go, the President’s coming.” And with that, the line goes dead. Leaving me alone in a darkened hallway, with only my thoughts to comfort me.
Pressing the pads of my tattooed fingers against the joystick in front of my laptop, I zoom in slightly, watching her walk down the hallway. Fingers cresting the ornate wood panelling carved into the walls throughout this gothic style manor.
Red hair mimicking the billowing tones of a forest fire as it sways against her back with each step she takes. And those eyes, Jesus Christ, those fucking eyes of hers. The moment I saw them, I couldn’t breathe. I was sucked into her aura before I even heard her name. Everything went dark; her being the only thing in my eyeline.
Beautiful alabaster skin merging with my darker complexion when she shook my hand. I’m not a believer in that fairytale, love at first sight shit, believe me, but when I clasped her hand in mine and she spoke, it set something off in me. The sensation zipping all the way to the thick muscle dangling between my legs, turning it rock solid with a few words from that gorgeous mouth of hers.
My eyes continue to roam the length of her curvaceous figure through the CCTV, andfuck, if the desperation to touch her isn’t filling me to the brim with need. I can’t stop watching the way she moves through each camera. Alyssa is fucking sensational, and it’s been a long time since I’ve been this bothered by a woman.
I must’ve been so into my own thoughts that the sound of Xaden crashing through the door makes me jump.
“You motherfucker!”
“Wait!” Xaden shouts, trying to diffuse the situation, but the shit-eating grin on his face tells me different—that he’s enjoying this just as much as I am right now. I swirl around in my chair, narrowly moving out the way before Xaden’s lower back crashes against my desk.
Crossing my legs at the ankles, I weave my fingers together, resting them comfortably in my lap. I told this little asshole not to play games when Deck and Cairo are fucking, and like the petulant child he is, he ignored my words of warning entirely.
“Just… calm down,” Xaden laughs. “It was just a joke, let it go.”
“Calm down!?” Deck bellows. “Let it go?!” He lunges towards Xaden, but he quickly moves to the right. “You burst in on me fucking my future wife and you think I’m going to let it go?”
He steps forward, lunging for a laughing Xaden a second time. As my friend twists his body out the way, Deck’s hands crash into the keypad, knocking a few items from my desk, but I don’t care. There’s nothing like seeing Deck angry, and it’s even sweeter when he’s trying to smack the shit out of my best friend.
Holding up his hands, Xaden smirks. “Maybe if you fucked her in a bed like a normal person, then—” Xaden stops talking immediately, his eyes focused on the laptop screen resting on my desk. “Uh, care to explain that?” He smirks, jutting his chin before turning to face me.
“Explain what?” Deck asks, before looking to where Xaden is pointing behind him, distracting him from trying to beat the ever-loving shit out of him for the third time this week.
