against Robin, his concern turned to rage. He kept going down the block, not letting the two lovers see him. He knew she was innocent because he had seen the twins seduce women left and right with no thoughts or concerns. Their sick passion to share a woman was sinful and grotesque.
He followed her stealthily after that, and only the knowledge that he would lose everything if he made a scene stopped him. The urge to kill was at times so hard to control he fought an internal battle each day. It was hardest just after talking to the brothers. He sometimes went a little overboard with his raging.
He didn’t mean to hurt those women. It was only that when he tried to form a lasting relationship with them they always cheated on him. He saw it in their eyes, the way they hesitated when he called. He just knew. They never realized who hurt them, though. No, that would be very bad. He couldn’t let that happen. He would lose everything.
Now the way the twin dorks hovered over that slut was interesting. His mind went over possible scenarios, each of them more gruesome than the first.
His smile, if anyone was looking in the car window, would have made even the strongest person shudder.
Chapter 7
After seeing Jasper out, Donavan returned to the office. He walked over to Liana and pulled her up for a kiss that had her shivering all over again. She sank into his embrace feeling as if she had just come home. He lifted her leg to settle her center against his rising erection, grinding softly in a circular motion. Her little whimpers made him tighten briefly before releasing her to stand in front of him.
“Are you hungry, Kitten?” Donavan asked as he steadied her.
“I am a little hungry.”
Gertie had a pot roast ready to serve and ushered them into the formal dining room that was set for three. This was the first time she had seen this room, and once again she was struck by the sheer brilliance of the furnishings. This plebian décor was not what she would have ever pictured her boys' taste to run. Every aspect of this house, from the “Scarlett, I don’t give a damn” staircase to this Grecian ensemble, kept her blinking in disbelief. Something must have given her impressions away when Chase started chuckling.
“Remember, Kitten, we didn’t choose the decorations for the house. We bought it all inclusive and haven’t bothered to change certain things.” The boys smiled at her in amusement.
She shook her head, focusing on the meal placed before her. The server was the same cowboy that had taken the car away, and she guessed he worked in and around the house. She was a little unnerved by how the boys nonchalantly dealt with wealth. Her whole life had been structured around surviving in a cutthroat industry. Her parents always made sure that she and her sister had food and plenty of little extras but never to the point of being spoiled. She was very afraid that she was going to become very spoiled here.
The meal was finished, and with after drinks in hand, they made their way to another room. When she walked inside, she gasped in surprise. The room was a film buff's dream come true. A huge screen covered an entire wall, and the seats facing it were deep little love seats that she could tell would be comfortable. The maroon colors depicted an old-world cinema era and blanketed the whole room. She saw chandeliers hanging from the ceiling on both sides of the screen and could see they were individual works of art. She just shook her head in disbelief.
“The people who lived here before must have really liked movies,” she said as she walked down the steps behind Donavan. Doubts ran rampant about her place in their lives. She considered herself a simple girl with very little ruffles and all she had come across in her stay here so far was an abundance of ruffles.
She felt Chase’s arm come from behind her and pull her against his front. The comforting embrace had a soothing effect on her doubts. She felt so at home
He followed her stealthily after that, and only the knowledge that he would lose everything if he made a scene stopped him. The urge to kill was at times so hard to control he fought an internal battle each day. It was hardest just after talking to the brothers. He sometimes went a little overboard with his raging.
He didn’t mean to hurt those women. It was only that when he tried to form a lasting relationship with them they always cheated on him. He saw it in their eyes, the way they hesitated when he called. He just knew. They never realized who hurt them, though. No, that would be very bad. He couldn’t let that happen. He would lose everything.
Now the way the twin dorks hovered over that slut was interesting. His mind went over possible scenarios, each of them more gruesome than the first.
His smile, if anyone was looking in the car window, would have made even the strongest person shudder.
Chapter 7
After seeing Jasper out, Donavan returned to the office. He walked over to Liana and pulled her up for a kiss that had her shivering all over again. She sank into his embrace feeling as if she had just come home. He lifted her leg to settle her center against his rising erection, grinding softly in a circular motion. Her little whimpers made him tighten briefly before releasing her to stand in front of him.
“Are you hungry, Kitten?” Donavan asked as he steadied her.
“I am a little hungry.”
Gertie had a pot roast ready to serve and ushered them into the formal dining room that was set for three. This was the first time she had seen this room, and once again she was struck by the sheer brilliance of the furnishings. This plebian décor was not what she would have ever pictured her boys' taste to run. Every aspect of this house, from the “Scarlett, I don’t give a damn” staircase to this Grecian ensemble, kept her blinking in disbelief. Something must have given her impressions away when Chase started chuckling.
“Remember, Kitten, we didn’t choose the decorations for the house. We bought it all inclusive and haven’t bothered to change certain things.” The boys smiled at her in amusement.
She shook her head, focusing on the meal placed before her. The server was the same cowboy that had taken the car away, and she guessed he worked in and around the house. She was a little unnerved by how the boys nonchalantly dealt with wealth. Her whole life had been structured around surviving in a cutthroat industry. Her parents always made sure that she and her sister had food and plenty of little extras but never to the point of being spoiled. She was very afraid that she was going to become very spoiled here.
The meal was finished, and with after drinks in hand, they made their way to another room. When she walked inside, she gasped in surprise. The room was a film buff's dream come true. A huge screen covered an entire wall, and the seats facing it were deep little love seats that she could tell would be comfortable. The maroon colors depicted an old-world cinema era and blanketed the whole room. She saw chandeliers hanging from the ceiling on both sides of the screen and could see they were individual works of art. She just shook her head in disbelief.
“The people who lived here before must have really liked movies,” she said as she walked down the steps behind Donavan. Doubts ran rampant about her place in their lives. She considered herself a simple girl with very little ruffles and all she had come across in her stay here so far was an abundance of ruffles.
She felt Chase’s arm come from behind her and pull her against his front. The comforting embrace had a soothing effect on her doubts. She felt so at home
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