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“I have to see Edward today about a job.”
“You’re injured.”
“I’ll be fine. It’s just an interview to see what type of job he can find for me,” I tell him.
“I’ll take you.”
“I don’t need a babysitter. I’ll come back.” I huff. “I mean, why wouldn’t I? You don’t plan to kill me…yet, your words, not mine. And I have great food to eat, no weddings I have to sneak into, and a safe and comfy bed. You bet your ass I’m coming back, even if that means putting up with you.” I smile and take a huge bite of the fluffy pancakes. His eyes follow the movement before he shakes his head and looks away.
“Do you know how to drive?” he asks.
“I do.”
Kyson takes something from his pocket. He places a set of keys on the table, and I see the BMW logo. “You can take the car.”
“Wow, you’re like my sugar daddy.” I smile.
“No, just take the car and don’t damage it.”
“Fine, whatever. What has your attention anyway? Can I see?”
“No,” he barks. I don’t bother leaning over, I don’t want him to think I am snooping. I want to stay until I no longer can.
I just hope to God he doesn’t change his mind and kill me in the meantime.
The interview goes amazing. Edward is super lovely and is willing to put me in so many roles with just one positive word from Lady McBeth. He tells me he runs a lot of her businesses, and if she said to give me a job, it’s mine. I choose a job working in one of her high-end retailers, happy to learn the ins and outs if they will train me. Edward brushes it off like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
I wish it were.
It’s been so long since I’ve had a job I want to celebrate. But I have no money, and the clothes I’m wearing are items Nancy found for me. They fit, sort of, but the skirt is too loose, and I’ve had to tie it up to keep it from falling. The shirt was easily fixed, though. I am still wearing Kyson’s Harley shirt, but it’s tucked up under my bra to look like a half-shirt.
With my uniform in hand, which is basically the brand’s clothing, complete with shoes, I pull up to Kyson’s, excited to share the news with him and Nancy, but the house is dark. Placing my shoes and my bag of clothes down, I go up the stairs. I don’t really know which is his room, as I haven’t snooped, but I go to the room next to mine and knock.
“What?” a voice calls from inside the room. I push the door open slightly and hear the shower turn off.
“I have news. I got a job. And I can’t wait to start. Do you think I can borrow your car until my first paycheck comes in? Then I can at least afford the bus. I mean, I’ll pay you back for gas and such. But I can’t right now, as you know. Please?”
I see a shadow appear in the bathroom doorway. I don’t have a clear view, but I know the person is naked.
Why would Kyson walk out naked when he knows I am in here?
He steps farther into the light, and as he does, I see that he may look like Kyson, but that is not him. I remember this man slightly from that night but barely. He is covered in ink, and he’s looking at me like I’m his next meal. Even though I can tell from the light of the wardrobe that his cock hasn’t even twitched.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware—”
“Are you fucking my brother?”
Brother? Ah, that makes sense.
“What?”
“We met. You were drunk in the back of our car, but we met. I’m Kenzo.”
Oh, yes. I vaguely remember him now. And how they killed that man. Damn, you’d think his face would be forever burned into my memory. I guess trauma and booze do a number on the memory.
“I’m amazed you’re still alive if he isn’t fucking you,” he continues.
“He never told me you are…what? Living here? Driving his car?” He doesn’t bother covering up as he steps closer to me. I’m trying incredibly hard to look everywhere but at him. However, it’s hard when he’s naked and oh, so toned.
