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“Are they expecting you?”
“Yes.”
Lifting the phone, he calls their unit. He gestures to the elevators after hanging up. “Third floor. It’s the apartment on the left.”
Theapartment on the left?
This building is fucking huge. They can’t live on half the fucking floor.
The elevator door opens on the third floor, and I am immediately proven wrong. There are only two apartments: A and B.
Apparently, fucking sugar daddies pays a lot better than I had originally thought.
The door to the apartment opens as I approach. Expecting to find either Nikki or Harper, I am taken off-guard by Edmund Grant almost bumping into me as he exits the apartment.
“Hmph, Detective Michales.” He steps out of my way. “Funny running into you here. Are you related to Nikki?”
“Um, yeah,” I lie.
“I’d love to catch up”— he’s a facetious ass—“but I need to get back to Adelaide Cove.”
Stepping into the apartment, I shut the door the door and am both relieved and disappointed to find both of the girls sitting on the couch.
Had they been dead, I might have finally been able to pin something on him.
“What the fuck was Edmund Grant doing here?” I stand over them.
“He stopped by asking to see me again,” Harper answers.
“And what did you say?”
“I told him I’d have to think about it.” My years of police work fail me, and I can’t quite tell if she is being truthful.
“Did you fuck him?” The question escapes me without thinking. It has nothing to do with this case, my interest is sheerly out of jealousy.
“No.” She shakes her head. “I mean, yes. But only that night on the video.”
“How did the two of you wind up there that night?”
“Friend of a friend. Sort of,” Nikki responds. “We’d heard rumblings about a party happening in Adelaide Cove from some girl at a bar downtown. She was drunk and gave us the info. We figured, what the hell.”
“One thing led to another,” Harper interjects. “And we wound up…well…you know.”
“It’s not the first time we’ve been to a party and wound up fucking the same guy,” Nikki adds.
“You both really expect me to believe that?” I scoff.
Gripping Harper’s face, I pull her from the couch and force her to look at me, “You’re going to say yes to him. Eagerly yes to everything he asks of you. And every week when I come by, you’re going to tell me everything you’ve learned about him and the fucking rich assholes he associates with.”
She stares at me quietly.
“The more useful information you provide me.” I grip her shoulder and press her toward the floor. “The less payment I’llrequire to keep your sweet, old nana from finding out what a dirty, fucking whore you are.”
Knowing her role, Harper unzips my pants and pulls out my cock.
This isn’t what I came here for…
Like her friend the other night, she swallows me with finesse.
