Page 5 of His Curvy Temptress

I nod. “Let me know if you’ve not spoken to her tomorrow.”

We say our goodbyes, and I leave, my mind on Alexis and where the heck she could be. From what I remember, the woman adores her parents. How does she go from loving them to being a brat?”

I shake my head, wanting to get her out of my mind. As usual it’s a fucking unless, she’s always on my mind. She’s always at the forefront. I want her, that’s never going to change, but I can’t have her. She’s my niece, for crying out loud.

* * *

Leavingmy best friend Sebastian’s home, I call my brother. Christ, today was a good day, I managed to get everything Sebastian needed, and I got to see him happier than ever. He’s been through a fucking lot these past few months, his step-sister was beaten by his dad, he fell in love with his other step-sister, and he took his father’s money, making sure that he’d see the inside of a prison.

“Abel,” Andrew greets me as I call him once I’m in my car. “She’s still not answering our calls.”

Christ. What the fuck is going on with Alexis? How the hell can she vanish without a trace?

“Have you called her friends?”

“Yeah,” he says, his voice filled with anger. “No one has heard from her.”

Fuck. “Okay, keep trying her cell, I’ll let you know if I’ve found anything.”

“Thanks,” he replies and ends the call.

I search my cell for Alexis number and hit call. “Let me guess,” I hear the bitchy tone answer. “They didn’t take me not answering their calls as me not wanting to talk to them. So they called in the Calvary?” she says dryly.

Well at least she’s answering me. “Where are you, Alexis?”

“Someplace where I can be at peace. Where are you, Abel?”

Christ, that fucking husky tone has my cock stirring. “Worried about you.”

Her laughter is gritty and thick. “Sure, you are. Now, if you don’t mind. I’ve work to do, and you’re ruining my buzz.”

“Work?” I echo. “You have a job.”

“Yes,” she snaps. “I’ve had a job since I was sixteen. Something you’d know if you were actually around. You know nothing about me, Abel, so do us both a favor and stop acting as though you care. Now you know I’m alive, you can tell I’m fine. How about letting everyone else know so y’all can leave me the fuck alone?” She ends the call, and I’m dumbfounded.

This makes no fucking sense at all.

She’s right. I don’t know anything about her. But that’s about to change. I drive back to my office and get to work. By the time I’m finished with my calls, I’ll know everything there is to know about Alexis and what she’s been up to.

My first call is to Marcus, he’s a private investigator I use whenever my clients need it. He’s a friend of mine. Within two hours, he has what I need.

I read through the report he’s emailed over to me, and I’m in shock. Alexis has a fucking great job, one that pays well. From what Marcus uncovered, she’s got a tight-knit group of friends, one of which is her boss. The updated picture he gives me makes my blood thicken, and my cock stir. She’s even more gorgeous than I remember.

She’s also staying in a resort in Oregon. She checked in late yesterday and has booked it out for the next week. She’s staying in one of the Villas at the resort, it’s pricey, but Alexis has the money to pay for it.

I book the next flight to Oregon, knowing I’m going to have to speak with her and find out what the hell she’s playing at. She seems to have her shit together in every aspect of her life, except for her home life and that’s something that doesn’t make sense to me. But I’m not leaving until I find out what the fuck is wrong.

* * *

Walking toward her Villa,my mouth waters as I see her lying on the sun lounger in a fucking itty-bitty bikini. Her voluptuous body on display for everyone to see.

She’s laying on her back, her skin is glistening in the sun, and her yellow bikini is barely able to restrain her heavy breasts, not to mention the scrap of material, if that’s what you can call it , barely covers her pussy.

I swallow hard as I move toward her, my gaze roaming her body. She’s got her eyes closed, she looks at utter peace. Her parents are losing their fucking minds with worry, and she’s here relaxing. She doesn’t open her eyes, even when I stand over her.

“You’re blocking my light,” she says bitchily. “Let me guess, it’s a family trait not to take a hint, hmm? What are you doing here, Uncle Abel?”

“I’m here ‘cos you’re acting like a brat. Want to tell me what the fuck you’re playing at?”

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