Chapter 15: Onyx
I watched as Charlie and Cooper stripped her bedding as I listened to her retching in the bathroom. Charlie scanned the floor quickly with the light, and then he was on his knees searching under the bed.
“Yo,Bride of Dracula, if you don’t want your vibrator found, I’d come out now,” he called as he grinned at me, and I fought my smile.
The bathroom door opened, and she stood there looking at us all. She looked . . . defeated. It was a good look on her, but it irked me when it wasn’t me who put it there. “Why would it be under the bed?” she asked him tiredly. “I live alone,” she told him as she pulled the drawer of her nightstand open and produced a case. “Do you need it? Or did you just want to embarrass me?” She tossed the case on top of the nightstand. “Haven’t we done this before?”
“Open the case,” Cooper spoke over whatever Charlie was going to say.
“Why?”
“Because unless I’m wrong, you’re missing Bob.”
“Bob?” She looked between the three of us. “Who the hell is Bob?”
“Battery operated boyfriend,” I answered smoothly.
Her cheeks flamed red, and the three of us waited as she picked up the case again. Hesitating, she looked up at us and then turned her back. I knew from the stiffness of her shoulders that the toy was gone.
“When did you last use it?” Cooper asked her quietly.
“Really?” Angel demanded as she glared at him. “Are we in high school?”
“He wants to know so we can determine how long it could have been since it’s been taken,” I told her as I watched her turn away from Cooper.
Angel hated me for that night — it was no secret — but she absolutely detested Cooper. I never did find out why, and was only ever reminded of their mutual contempt when they were in the same room as each other.
Cooper flashed me a look, and when I raised an eyebrow, he looked away again. “Remind me why you two hate each other?” I asked them both.
Charlie snorted as he bagged up her bedding. Angel realized what he was doing, and she stepped toward him.
“What are you doing?”
“We need to get it tested, the samples have DNA, Coop can run the tests,” he told her. “She staying here?” he asked me.
Both Cooper and Charlie were looking at me, and I realized that they both expected an answer. Fuck my life. Turning to look at her, I scanned her from head to foot. “Well?”
“I’m staying here,” she said stubbornly. “This is my home.”
She sounded less certain, but I couldn’t force her out of the door, nor did I really want to. Angel being in my house would only lead to trouble.
“Who was the last man in your bed?” Cooper asked her as he reached over and took the case off her.
“Why?”
“So, I know if you really are a kinky bitch that likes to be covered in cum or if this is all from some loser jizzing on your sheets.” He paused as he looked at the case. “And you need to tell me when you last used robo dick.”
“I . . .”
Angel was speechless. It was a fascinating thing to see, a phenomenon I hadn’t seen in a very long time. “Why are you never this speechless at work?” I taunted her,groundingher.
That snapped her out of her stunned confusion. “IknewI should never have called you,” she snapped at me. “You andyour jerk-offs can fuck off now. I want you gone.”
“Hey, we aren’t the ones letting loose on your sheets,” Charlie reminded her. “And I need you to leave the room so I can check your drawers.”
“He means your panties,” I told her with a twisted sense of glee. Angel gave her closet the same look of loathing she usually reserved for me, and with a groan, she left her room.
“Took longer than I thought,” Cooper told me with a grin. “Get the info I need while I do in here.”
