Page 58 of Blood & Lace
My worldview changed completely as I went from staring under the couch to the ceiling.
“Hey.” Onyx replaced the ceiling and squatted over me. He cupped my face, turning my head. “What’s wrong?”
I went to shake my head but even that wasn’t working for me. “Nothing.”
“Yes, there is.” He wiped under my eyes, and I realized I panicked to the point of tears.
“I thought you left.”
A disgusted look came over Onyx’s face. “Why the fuck would I do that? I went to get something to help me flip your big ass over.” He shook his head. “I wouldn’t leave you like this alone.”
My heart flip-flopped at Onyx’s words. I closed my eyes as the tight fist around my lungs eased up.
“Thank you.”
I watched him closely, hoping he didn’t back away even a little bit. Not when I was so vulnerable. It was okay as long as it was for Onyx.
My husband backed up a little and a whimper spilled from between my lips. He paused and stared at me.
“I’m grabbing your phone.”
He stepped out of my sight, and I closed my eyes to focus on his light footsteps. I wished he stomped just so I knew exactly where he was.
“Open your eyes.”
I did, only to find Onyx sitting on my abdomen. His legs were crossed, and he looked like a God sitting on top of me. It was where he belonged.
“I won, so what’s your password?”
“0915.” I gave the password up instantly.
Onyx froze. “My birthday?”
“Yeah.”
Onyx paused and moved the phone just enough to meet my gaze. There was a long pause where neither one of us said anything before he went back to the phone.
“Photos. Am I going to see a bunch of naked photos of twinks in here?” Before I could utter a word, Onyx grunted. “Spank bank folder, really?”
“Ignore that one, bella.”
“Why? Keeping dirty secrets from your husband?”
Yeah, if the dirty secret was him. I was afraid if Onyx saw the content of that folder, he’d flip out on me.
“The fuck is this?” His French accent was on full display as he went through the photos and videos. There were well over a thousand by now. “When did you even take this? And I’m sleeping in this one.”
I kept my mouth shut. It was best I said nothing.
“When was this taken? Two years ago?” Onyx glared down at me. “What the hell, Lucero?”
“I love you.”
He shook his head at me. “You’re a fucking stalker. Is this me eating a cinnamon roll? Oh my fucking God, there’s a video with it?”
I knew the exact one he was referring too. I’d been traveling to Georgia and Onyx had happened to be there with a client. I’d made it my business to track him down. And there had been no way in hell I’d miss out on such rare footage.
“Besides this being creepy, why the fuck are these in your spank bank? I wasn’t even being sexy in any of them!”
