Chapter 30

Chapter Thirty

I walk into the bar to find utter chaos. What the fuck is going on in here? I scan the interior and it doesn’t take me long to see Shardonnay attempting to hold back a screaming Lucy. Pushing through the crowd of bodies, I storm over to them.

“What the fuck are you two doing here?” I yell at them.

“Stop, let me go! I have to stop him. He’s going to kill them,” Lucy cries out.

“What?” I turn around and my eyes land on Dominic McKinley. Fighting off four guys. “Jesus-fucking-Christ,” I curse. I hand Shardonnay my keys. “Go and wait in the car. I’ll get him out of here, Lucy,” I tell my sister.

Shardonnay nods and drags Lucy towards the door. Except, by the time I make it over to Dominic, Lucy is somehow already there. Right in front of him. Yelling in his face. For a moment, I think he’s going to push her away. His eyes look vacant. Then he shoves her behind him, right as a bar stool comes crashing down on his head.

“This is not how I wanted to spend my goddamn night,” I mutter, throwing a punch to the face of the guy holding what remains of the broken chair.

“Get your sister out of here, now,” Dominic growls.

“She’s not about to leave your fucking ass. If you want her out, you’re going to have to leave as well,” I tell him.

His eyes squint at me. Lucy pulls on his arm from behind him, and he turns around, throws her over his shoulder, and storms out of the place like nothing happened.

Shardonnay is waiting at the door with the last fucking person I expected her to ever be talking to. My ex-employee, the one who’s currently suing me. Yelling and shouting fill the room as the fighting ensues. Dominic walks right past Shardonnay and Juliet as he exits the building. My former secretary’s eyes narrow on me as I approach them. Without saying a word to her, I take Shardonnay’s hand and walk out the door.

I’m fucking fuming. What the hell were these two thinking?

Stopping at my car, I see Dominic placing my sister in his own vehicle before he walks around the front and climbs behind the wheel. Lucy makes eye contact with me through the windscreen, and I bring my left thumb up and swipe it across my right eyebrow. I haven’t made this gesture in a while; it’s the code we made up when we were kids, the one we used to silently check in on each other. If she repeats the action, that’s her telling me she’s okay. If she doesn’t, I know she needs me to step in and get her out of whatever shit she’s in.

She smiles as her thumb brushes over her eyebrow, and I relax a little. By the time I turn around, Shardonnay is already in the passenger seat of my car. I don’t say anything to her as I pull out of the carpark. I don’t trust myself to not say something I’ll regret. Halfway through the drive home, I watch as Shardonnay lifts her shirt and removes a wire and tape recorder from her waistband.

“What the fuck is that?” I ask.

“This is what’s going to make sure you win your case against Juliet.” She smiles.

“What did you do?” I press.

“I recorded her admitting she made it all up.”

I blink at her. She what…? She put herself in a dangerous situation… because of me. Fucking hell, I could wring her neck. “New rule. Never, and I mean never, go off on a half-cocked plan that puts you in danger. Ever fucking again,” I growl.

“You know a thank you would suffice.”

“Thank you…? Shardonnay, do you have any idea what could have happened to you in a place like that? I’d rather have to pay out millions in a lost lawsuit than have any harm come to you.”

“I know, which is precisely why I didn’t tell you. But this will help, right? It will clear your name, won’t it?”

“It should,” I admit. I’m actually a little pissed I didn’t think of doing something like that myself.

“Then everything worked out fine. I’m sorry if I made you worry, Xavier. But I’m not a wallflower, and I certainly wasn’t going to sit around and let some bitch ruin your good name.”

“I don’t deserve you.”

When we get home, Shardonnay disappears into the shower. Stripping off my clothes, I climb into bed. She comes out with a towel wrapped around her.

“Lose the towel, Shardonnay,” I tell her.

Her lips tip up at one corner as she unwraps the plush material from her body before dropping it to the floor.

“Come here and sit on my face.” I lie flat on the bed and tug the blankets off me.

“I have a better idea,” she says as she climbs on top of me in a sixty-nine position. Her pussy is right at my mouth. I inhale, breathing in the addictive scent of her arousal. She takes my cock right down the back of her throat, her cheeks hollowing as she sucks and slides up to the tip of my shaft.

“I fucking love your mouth,” I moan. My hands spread her ass cheeks apart, my tongue pushes into her pussy, and I groan. “I’m never going to get enough of your cunt, Shardonnay.”

“Mmm, less talking, more eating, Xavier,” she demands.

“Yes, ma’am.” My tongue slides up her slit, I suck on her clit, and her hips grind back into my face. One of her palms cups my balls, massaging as her mouth and free hand work my cock.

I slip two fingers into her pussy, curling them to rub over the spot I know pushes her over the edge. Her mouth leaves my cock as her body spasms and she screams out my name. As soon as she comes back down to earth, I nudge her head onto my cock. She doesn’t miss a beat as she parts her lips and sucks.

“I’m going to come and you’re going to swallow all of it,” I warn her, right before I empty myself down her throat. Shardonnay swallows every drop, every last bit of me. She rolls off my waist, her chest rising and falling with each laboured breath. “You’re so fucking perfect,” I tell her, sitting upright. I lift her and lay her over my body, her head on my chest.

“You’re not drawing your little Xs inside my throat, Xavier.” She laughs.

“Damn it, why not?” I pout. She shakes her head with a smirk across her lips. I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I really fucking love you, Shardonnay.”

“Mmm, I love you too,” she says, her voice sleepy. I cover us up with the blanket and fall asleep with my girl on my chest.

The next morning, I wake up to every news channel reporting the leaked audio recording of Shardonnay’s conversation with Juliet. I then receive an email from her lawyer stating that he is no longer representing her. Unless my former employee finds new representation—which I doubt she will, seeing as no one in their right mind would take her on as a client now—that lawsuit is dead in the water.

Relief washes over me. I knew I was fucking stressed about it, but I didn’t realise just how much until it was over. And all because of Shardonnay.

Speaking of my little angel, she pads into the kitchen wearing one of my shirts. My cock stirs to life, knowing she doesn’t have anything on underneath.

“You did it. The suit’s been dropped,” I tell her. “Wait… how did you leak that audio?” She was in bed with me all night.

“Lucy did it. She was wearing the same type of recording device.” Her arms wrap around me. “I think we should play hooky and stay in bed all day.”

“That sounds like an excellent idea, but I do have to go to work.” I can’t just miss a full day at the office, as much as I wish I could.

“Same, but my boss is a real grumpy asshole.” She smirks up at me.

“Maybe you should ask him for an asshole allowance.” I laugh, remembering how hot I thought she was when she tried negotiating that one.

“I should, shouldn’t I? I’m going to go get ready.”

“Don’t wear panties today,” I tell her.

She turns her head back to me with a smile. “And what if I do?” she questions.

“It’s rule number two, Shardonnay. If you break my rules, I’ll have to come up with a way to punish you. Maybe bend you over my desk for a spanking.” I raise my eyebrows.

“Is that meant to be an incentive for me to behave? Because it’s not,” she says, right before she walks out of the kitchen.

I tip my head back and thank God for giving me this woman. And pray that he lets me fucking keep her forever.