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“Six feet tall, six figures and six plus inches.” I want to know how he could tell how bug his cock was, but my brain trips up on the income.
“Wait, you ran his credit?” That can only mean one thing.
“Uh, yeah, babe. He’s here about his granny.” Oh fuck.
“Fuck, okay. Let me change. Can you put her on ice, please?” I look at Loki, who’s been silent this whole time.
“I have to deal with him first. Then we’ll handle Danica.” She nods as I rush off to my office, where I keep several changes of clothes.
This business is very messy, and I learned the hard way to keep options on standby.
I walk out of my office fifteen minutes later in what Corvin likes to call my armor. Black pencil skirt, white button-downblouse, and stilettos whose inches can rival most men’s dick size. I’m tucking my shirt and making sure the split in my skirt is perfectly lined with my ass crack when Corvin materializes with a brush, lipstick, and mascara.
“Just need to touch you up.” He puts the mascara into his mouth and holds it with his teeth as he pinches my chin to apply the lipstick.
“Please tell me that isn’t from your dead kit.” His eyes flip up for just a moment, but it’s long enough for me to read the expression loud and clear.
Bitch please.
He switches to the mascara, and three swaps of the wand have him giving me his seal of approval. He smacks my ass and sends me on my way with a quick shout of ‘Knock them dead. ’
I glare over my shoulder at him cause if he only knew who I was going to face, he’d shit himself.
I don’t want to knock Joel Novar dead. I want to knock him the fuck out. He stole my virginity and then ghosted me like he didn’t know I existed. I hope he’s bald or at least fat, but I know he’s not, or Corvin wouldn’t be drooling at the mere thought of him.
I take a deep breath before I push the door open and come face to face with the only man I’ve ever loved.
“Haven.” I turn when he speaks my name, but just from the growl of his voice, I know I’m in trouble.
Gone is the boy I met all those summers ago, and in his place is a well-built man who should be posing for calendars with no shirt on. I open my mouth and then close it.
What do I even say to him?
Chapter Five
HAVEN
“Dr. Demato, actually. I’d say it’s nice to see you again, Joel, but I doubt that would be appropriate since you took the time to look me up. So, I can assume you’re here in a professional capacity. So please, tell me who died.” I point over to a desk and chairs that we can sit at to discuss arrangements.
“That’s it? That’s all you have to say to me? After all this time?” Oh, he has some fucking nerve to think I owe him anything.
“I beg your pardon? I did not seek you out. This is not a social call. If you are here looking for closure, you should have sent me a Facebook message.” I stand behind my chair and glare at him.
“I’m sorry, you’re right. I didn’t expect you to have grown up to be this gorgeous.” I raise an eyebrow at his fucked up compliment.
I sit, and after a moment, he follows my lead and I tap my pen on a notepad as he gathers his thoughts. I’ve learned not to rush people because their grief can be very unpredictable. They can snap to anger or shock in a heartbeat.
Joel sniffs the air and then frowns.
“You smell funny. Did you just color your hair?” What the fuck?
I may be patient with customers, but he’s working my last nerve.
“Oh, that’s the formaldehyde. I just embalmed a body.” Realization colors his face, and I smirk.
Yeah, you aren’t the center of my universe anymore, buddy.
“I’m sorry if my presence has disturbed your daily life. It’s gran, she passed away. Your folks told me about this place, and even though it ain’t local, I can’t bear the thought of anyone else taking care of her.” He chokes up, and I reach across my desk on instinct to cover his balled-up fist with my hand.
