up.
I dial Carina.
"Yes?" she answers.
"I want answers."
"What’s the question?" Evasion number one.
I grit my teeth. "The question is what gives you the right to enter my home without permission."
"I assumed you were out with your toy." Evasion number two.
"Watch yourself, Carina. You know better. And whether or not I was out isn’t the question. You being in my home without permission is the question. Explain yourself. Now," I bite out, leaving no doubt she better start talking fast.
"I’d left a pair of earrings in one of the bedrooms and I stopped by to pick them up."
Lie number one.
"You should have cleared it with me. As you clearly saw this morning, I demand privacy for a reason." I let the insult and insinuation worm its way deep into her venomous blood.
"Clearly," she sneers.
"Don’t make the same mistake twice."
"I never do."
"Never say never. I’ll be changing up security and you will give my key to head of security when they show up at your door in about," I pause looking at my watch, "three minutes. Is that understood?"
"Completely."
"Good," I bite out and hang up.
I sit down in my leather chair and lean my head back and take a calming breath. Christ. We have a possible traitor and a high ranking one at that. That’s going to leave us wondering just how deep this rabbit hole goes.
Sera
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A nywhere but here by Safetysuit
Beautiful Disaster by Jon McLaughlin
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R EMEMBERING LAST NIGHT , I lift my eyes to look at the man across the breakfast table from me. I reached for him in the middle of the night and he came to me without hesitation, taking me tenderly in a way he’d never done before and I gave myself the same way. Completely.
Those black-rimmed glasses. That scent of pine and Cage. My hormones have me aroused beyond reason—until the nausea sets in and, when I move, that stupid ache in my side flares up again. Every now and again, I’ll get a shooting pain and I curse the gods for making me a violent enough puker to pull muscles in my body while dry heaving.
"Fee."
"I know. It’ll pass. I took the medication so I should be okay soon."
He reaches across the table to put his hand over mine and gives it a gentle squeeze.
"We can postpone the training today."
This man. Giving me an out. I shake my head.
"I’ll be alright. Once the medication starts working, it’ll ease up. If not, then I’ll let Frank and Mike take over."
Cage nods his approval.
"I know that won’t be easy for you."
"No. But I don’t want to vomit on someone either, nor do I want to end up in the hospital as doctor—the doctor threatened." Shit. I almost slipped with the name.
Cage nods.
"We didn’t get a chance to talk last night," I begin. "After training today, will you have some time?"
"Always. I always have time for you, Fee. We can talk now and make the others wait if you want."
"No. That’s not a nice thing to do to Lucy. She’s a walking sweat factory carting around the Kingston litter."
Cage chuckles. "Jesse hates that. You realize this, right?"
"Of course I do," I tell him, standing up. "That’s why I say it every chance I get," I say before I give him a quick kiss. He pulls me into his lap.
"You’ve got that look in your eye," he teases.
"I don’t know what you mean," I hedge.
He chuckles again. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean. What brought it about this time? And why is it you get that look every time we don’t have the time to do anything about it?"
"What put it there is you in these sexy-as-hell glasses and that scent of yours... pine and Cage. Mmm," I murmur, burying my nose into his neck.
"Fee," he growls. "You’ve already got me hard. Unless you want to be late, I wouldn’t keep doing that."
I hesitate, contemplating, and he growls again.
"Fee."
"What? I was thinking about it. Responsibility and Lucy win."
Cage sighs. "One day I’m going to get you to break the rules with me, my lovely Fee."
"Didn’t you