Page 22 of Painfully Merry

Chaos sticks his tongue out. “See, that’s why I like her better. Join us. We don’t bite.”

“I’m sure you don’t,” I mumble. Moving to the small breakfast table.

“I don’t, but Parker bites. I mark my property in other ways. I’ll show you one day if you want me to.”

It’s so weird being here with these two. I dig into my waffles, and the flavour explodes. Who knew Chaos could cook?

“I know, right,” Parker says. “He’s been feeding me since I moved in with him.”

“I had to learn to cook when I was little, or I would’ve starved. The womb carrier didn’t do much for me.” Chaos shrugs. “Don’t want the pity party, Sabby. I’ve grown used to it, and I am not sure why she never aborted me when she had the chance. But here I am, take all or none of me.”

Parker nudges him and shoves another forkful into his mouth. Maybe I could get used to these two, but I can’t get past him killing Mr. Murphy.

“Listen, Sabstar. About your neighbour, at least he’s with his wife now.”

I set my fork down, losing my appetite altogether. “I’m going to my office if you need me. Thanks for breakfast.”

I’ve been in my office for a while, and the guys haven’t bothered to check on me. I’m glad I need the breathing room. If that’s how Chaos apologizes, I guess that’s all I’ll be getting. He isn’t wrong about Mr. Murphy being with his wife. Not how I pictured he would be joining her.

I log into the company server, removing everyone's access over the Christmas break. The last thing I need is someone trying to dig while I’m exploring. However, I let one person keep his access. Kevin. I want to see what he does; this time, I’ll get notifications if he logs in. Let him try being a sneak. I’m prepared this time.

If only I had my notebook; the numbers I have in there are crucial. But do I want to give Parker Kevin’s name? I might not have a choice in the matter. If I want my money and get Kevin in the end, I need proof. I have no choice but to ask.

This is what Parker wants. I’m bending, and I don’t like it.

I reluctantly get up and search for the guys. They are nowhere to be found downstairs, and I’m not searching the basement. I climb the stairs and hear the movie's rumbling sound from the theatre. The door is wide open, and I stand in the doorway, watching the movie they picked. I could never tell ifDie Hardwas a Christmas movie or not.

I watch for a little while before turning away so they can have their time. I wasn’t lucky enough to find a best friend. Once they found out who my family was, that was it. They only wanted to see how far they could get before they realized I wouldn’t get them a job or buy them whatever they wanted. It’s not like I grew up with millions. I had to work hard for everything I had. Grandpa put stipulations on our trust fund, and going to college was one of them.

I head into my bathroom, turning on the shower. The need to wash away the morning and last night overwhelms me. How did my life take a nosedive in the last twenty-four hours? Stripping out my clothes, I step inside the shower.

The hot water runs down my back, and I wish it would bury deep into my skin. Some days, I don’t want to be strong. I want somebody else to take over, but that’s not how it works. I have to forever be in charge. Pressing my forehead against the cool tile, I wonder what the future would be like if I gave up the company.

My brother would try his hardest to take over, and I’m not sure if it would be out of spite or pity that I don’t want him to take the company. That’s why every morning, I get up and head into that office. For my Grandpa, maybe that’s why I treat my employees like shit.

“Sab?”

I can’t look at Chaos; his personality is too much to take in now.

“Sabby, either look at me, or I’m coming in.”

What does it matter? He’ll do what he wants when he wants. I’m the prisoner here. It doesn’t matter what I say. The shower door slid open, and my heart gave a huge punch against my chest when his hand slid up my spine. His hand works along my neck to my chin, tipping my head back until I meet his eyes.

“Sabrina,” he whispers. “Hair like a sea of blood. You were made for me.”

“Don’t. You have no right talking to me like that.”

He works his other hand around my waist, pulling me into his chest. “You can’t boss me around. I’ll do whatever I want with you. I can slide my fingers into your tight pussy, and you can’t stop me.”

His fingers work down my stomach, stopping just above my pussy. His foot pushes my foot, spreading my legs apart. The slap of his hand to my clit sends shockwaves through my body. I gasp in shock, arching my back as my clit throbs for more.

“I knew you would like it. Do you want another one?” He slaps me again. He wraps his hand in my hair, bending me over, his hard dick throbs against my ass. “What I wouldn’t give to fuck you here.” His finger presses into my asshole. And I could explode. It’s been ages since I’ve had anal. A small whimper escapes before I can hold it back.

Chaos rests his head on my back. Groaning, he shifts his hand back to my stomach, standing me up. “I won’t be able to hold myself back, Sabby. Let me wash you instead. It’s been a day.”

One day, I’m losing track of time with how they make my head spin.

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