Page 81 of Hearts Held
I shake my head, stifling a laugh. “And what pray tell does Tilly think of this attire?” I ask thoughtfully, waving my hand up and down at his stance, trying to not wound his ego any more than we have.
Bobby’s head turns up in a smug glance, then he states, “She said she’d ride this cowboy all the way to Kings Cross Station.”
My mouth gapes open.
“Get out,” I state. “Please get out. I have had enough nonsense for the day. Get your Lone Ranger ass out of my office please.”
Kenneth, still lying on the floor, cackles. “Feckin’ Lone Ranger!” Taking my foot I push on Kenneth’s torso, causing him to turn to his side. I hear the office door open and shut as Bobby’s angered spirit leaves my office.
“Christ, would you button it up down there?” I mutter toward the laughing Kenneth, then take my hand and splay it across my face with a long, drawn-out exhale.
I hear the office door open again as I place my fingers to my temple and shut my eyes tight.
“Bobby, look, we are sorry for takin’ the piss out of ya, but come on, we don’t wear shite like that.” Peering up, I find it isn’t Bobby, but Seraphina standing in the doorway. She takes long, slow, seductive strides toward my desk. At the echoing sound of the door shutting, she drops her winter jacket to reveal her stark-naked body.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble under my breath, reaching for the pistol underneath my desk.
Seraphina snarls, “Excuse me?” Alarming Kenneth with her voice, he pops up from the ground like the living dead and erupts in laughter again, even though he had just calmed himself on the floor.
“This day keeps getting feckin’ bettah and bettah!” He cackles the words out between uneven heaves, then drops to the floor, placing his hands over his face and dying from laughter… again. His voice comes up from the floor before Seraphina and I can even start a discussion. “You bettah get out of here before the missus sees ya. She will fillet you like fucking Giorgio!”
Seraphina crosses her arms, disgruntled and pissed off, though still stark naked before me.
“Please get some clothes on,” I coldly ask.
She cocks an eyebrow at me. “Nevah thought I’d hear you say that. What the fuck has gotten under your skin?”
Before I may retort, my office door opens to reveal my lovely Brielle. Her face is stoic as she glances between Seraphina and I.
Slowly I raise my hands up and plead with my eyes, to show I have no part in this awkward exchange.
Then she speaks. “Me. I’ve gotten under his skin.” Her cold and calculated steps inch closer to us as she picks up Seraphina’s coat from the floor and tosses it in her direction. Giving her a gorgeous death stare, she remarks, “My blade can go under your skin next.” Her emerald eyes flare with malice as a wicked grin spreads across her face. “You ever look at my husband again, I’ll kill you. Then bring you back to life just to torture you all over again and again.” She makes the threat while slowly raising a blade up Seraphina’s thigh, the sharp edge cutting ever so slightly, and a pin drop of blood slides down Seraphina’s skin.
“You’re fucking mental, bitch!” Seraphina shouts, then swiftly puts her coat on and rushes out the door.
I’m sat in my chair speechless and slightly aroused until I forget Kenneth is in the fucking room with us, for he begins to slowly clap from the corner of the office floor he’s been sitting at, enjoying this entertaining afternoon of events.
Chapter 27: Brielle
Fire On Fire, Sam Smith
Rage envelops my soul.
After seeing a naked Seraphina standing in Everett’s office, I’d rather choose violence than peace this morning.
We hadn’t seen that bitch in God knows how long and she decides to pop up in his establishment, putting on a fucking shameful show!
I take one long inhale as I hear his office door shut, after she stormed out humiliated and full of fear. Makes sense, considering I playfully slid my knife along her thigh andmaybecaused her to bleed a teensy bit.
I’m not sorry.
After a month of acclimating to my new boundaries, I feel much more free and at peace with myself. My nightmares barely occur and I can’t believe how utterly happy I am.
My thoughts break as I hear clapping from the corner of Everett’s desk.
I take two side steps to find Kenneth sitting on the floor, a shit-eating grin plastered to his features as he states, “That was feckin’ brilliant, love.” Then he stands and walks toward me, grabbing my left hand to inspect it. He carefully assesses it, then reaches for the other hand to inspect my ring finger. Then he glances at Everett in confusion.
“I thought you said he was your husband?” Confusion is written all over his poor face after my choice of words with Seraphina.
