Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “Well, yeah,” Eddie says, “You know our system has been on the fritz. I had a guy come look at it a couple of times. Remember? You’re the one who paid for a new system.”

  I stand upright, “Just tell me the truth Eddie. Are you the one who poisoned my supplements?”

  Well, that ignites something in him. He looks beyond pissed. “Are you fucking kidding me, man?” His arms come uncrossed and form fists down at his side, “Are you fucking kidding me? You think I did this?”

  “Well-” I start to further explain myself, but he won’t have it.

  “Screw you!” Eddie shouts and takes a rather intimidating step towards me, “I’ve always looked out for you, and you know it! I know I got pissed off at you about Tiff, but I know you didn’t know who she was. You really think I’d try to bring down your company because of it? Are you kidding me? Besides, what good would that do me? Seriously? You know I’m broke as shit right now! I need this job!”

  “Yeah, well, you’ve been pissed at me for a long time –long before that shit with your slutty girlfriend.” I say, “You and I have not been the same ever since Dad died.”

  “No shit.” He snaps, “I spent my entire childhood wasting away in this God forsaken factory, and Dad let me believe I would be CEO one day. Of course, I got pissed when he screwed me. And, man, I’m sorry, but yeah, I got pissed off that my loser little brother is living it up while I still have to clean up after him.” His voice continues to escalate, growing louder with each word until he is practically screaming, “I do everything for you! I practically run this company, and you have me working in the fucking factory! I know more about this place than you ever will! I should be the one sitting behind that desk, but I would never –and I mean never –do anything to take this from you! I wouldn’t! I would never hurt anyone. I would never try to ruin your life like this. And you’re a damn asshole if you think-” he shoves me.

  When he shoves me, he gets me right in my right arm. “Shit!” I shout and reach up with my left arm and grip my right shoulder. “My shoulder is fractured, dumbass!” I don’t give him a chance to spit out an apology before knocking him across the face with the back of my hand. I bust his lip.

  “You son of a bitch!” he snaps and grabs me by my hair and yanks my head downward, sending shock waves through my entire body –reminding me of every injury I had sustained during the wreck. I could beat the shit out of him. I knee him right where it counts, and it sends him to the floor. I kick him in his fucking head. “Fuck you!” I shout. Geeze, can the two of us not have a serious conversation without it escalating to a physical altercation anymore?

  He stands up and rubs the side of his head, “Fuck me? Fuck you!” he shouts. “If it wasn’t for Mom cheating on Dad, I would be the one sitting behind that desk. Dad would not have even thought about leaving you shit because you are an absolute moron! You can’t even complete a product order without calling me for help. Dad might have loved you more than me, but he didn’t respect you. At least, I had that!” He punches me in my chest, and I retreat immediately. Damn it, if I wasn’t hurt, I know I would kick his ass right now.

  I’m clenching my sides, and I start to cough. My ribs are killing me. He suddenly looks really calm, his eyes dart over to the sling lying on my desk, and he looks nervous suddenly. I sink down into one of the chairs in front of my desk because I can’t stand up anymore. My sides are throbbing. Today would be the day I did not take my pain medication. I hear a calm, apologetic sound emerges out of Eddie, “Are you all right?”

  “Get the hell out of my office,” I say angrily.

  “James-”

  “No!” I snap when he tries to put his hand on my shoulder, “Get out of my office! You’re fired! Get your shit out of this building, clear out, and get lost! You’re fired!”

  Eddie opens his mouth to speak while I attempt to get a hold of my coughing fit. He just backs away, a sad expression on his face. As soon as he closes the door, I lean over in my chair and moan loudly. I don’t want him to know just how back he got me. Every inch of me is throbbing. I need my pain medication right now. I’m not waiting around here. I call my driver and tell him to meet me out front. I might need to go to the hospital; it feels like it did the day I got into the fucking accident to begin with. Just when I was starting to feel better!

  I leave the building, knowing that I did not mean what I said to Eddie about being fired. He knows that I’m sure, and we are both probably going to have to have one of those awkward brotherly moments where we apologize and move on, but for the time being I just want to put as much distance between myself and this stupid factory as possible.

  31

  I had been upset after my conversation with Eddie, and I had called Sylvia after going home to take my medication. She had invited me over, and now I am really glad that I had called her. I’m not normally a bath kind of guy, but Sylvia had decided she wanted to play nurse. She had drawn me a bath and filled it with coconut scented bubble bath. I’m leaning back and relaxing, and she’s on her knees behind the tub rubbing my back and occasionally leaning down to kiss my neck. I’m not going to lie; it’s really great. I will knock her over the head if she ever tells anyone that I took a bubble bath, though.

  “At least, your face doesn’t look bruised anymore.” She says as though this should make everything better. She leans down and gives me a peck on the cheek. Her hands move from my neck forward to my chest and down.

  “You know what would really make me feel better?” I ask.

  “What?”

  “If you got in here with me,” I say.

  She laughs and strips down. I smile. This makes the bubble bath seem a lot more masculine now. The bathroom is really fancy for an apartment; it sort of reminds me of Éclair’s home with all the pink and silver décor, but it’s not like I’m going to make that a topic of conversation with Sylvia. She dips down into the tub, leaning her back on the opposing side. I feel her little toes go up in the water, and one of her feet lands between my legs and starts to toy with me.

  I am still leaning back and relaxing, letting my sore limbs and chest soak in the warm water, but it’s not like I won’t try to sleep with her if she’s in the mood. After a few minutes, she makes a move. She comes towards me and sits right in my lap; I’m still leaned back with a towel wrapped under my head; she had rolled it up for me earlier. I start to sit up, but she stops me. “Relax.” She says with that cute smile of hers. “You just let me handle this.”

  Sylvia slides up and down on my cock and wraps her arms around me. Apparently having sex anywhere but a bed is our thing, and I’m okay with that. I reach up and touch her breasts, and she giggles slightly. I’m not going to lie; I don’t hold out for too long. Something about the water, her soaking wet breasts in my face, and her willingness to take charge is really turning me on. After our amazing night at the theater, I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly I finished. “Um…” I can’t look her in the eye, “Sorry.”

  She just laughs at me and kisses my lips, “Don’t apologize. It’s all about you today, hon.”

  Holy hell –where has this woman been all my life? She gets out of the tub and tells me to stay put; she says she is going to fix me something to eat. Sex, a bath, a massage, and now food? I think I struck gold. After a few minutes, she enters into the bathroom, “Hey, James, your lawyer is on the phone.” She holds up my cell and gives it to me.

  I frown, “Hello?” I say, and Lillian starts spouting out a long list of paperwork she wants me to get to her as soon as possible, “All right, all right, easy.” I say, “Half of that has already been gathered up by the police, but I can get the rest to you. I have to go back to the factory, though.” I hang up and sigh.

  “Do we need to go?” Sylvia asks, sounding disappointed.

  I look at her and sigh, “Yeah. The sooner I take care of this the better.” I then smile, “How about you go with me, and I treat you to a nice date tonight?”

  She smiles, “That sounds like a pla
n.”

  The two of us dry off and get dressed, and I have my driver take us back to the factory. It looks like the media and the police have cleared out for the night. Sylvia looks around curiously, “I have never been to your factory before.” She says.

  “You want a tour?” I ask.

  She laughs, “Just get the paperwork you need. I’d rather go on our date.”

  I smile, “Awe, come one; this is my baby here. Let me give you a tour.” I say, and she shrugs. We grab the necessary paperwork from my office first before heading down to the factory. She is doing her best to pretend to be interested, I can tell. It’s really nothing special, but the factory itself has some interested quirks.

  On one side of the factory, there is a line of offices you can see into through glass walls; I can see one, Eddie’s office has not been cleared out. Good; he knows I was not serious about him being fired. We walk along the walkway by the offices when I suddenly notice something. “Is that blood?” I point to a few drops of a red substance.

  Sylvia frowns, “Geeze.” Suddenly a bit of blood drips down, and we both look up. Sylvia screams, and it’s ear-splitting. She backs away and almost collapses, grabbing onto a nearby railing to keep herself up.

  “Damn!” I cry out and abandon her to soak up the scene by herself. I don’t have time to make sure she is not too upset; this is beyond serious.

  Up above our heads, I spot a man lying on the catwalk, so I don’t have time to stop and think. I hurry up the metal stairs and run down the metal bridge that overlooks the heavy machinery, and I make a frightening discovery. “Eddie!” I scream when I see my brother lying before me, his head and arms covered in blood. I look down at Sylvia, “Call an ambulance!”

  She nods, still a bit shaky, and she whips out her cellphone, “There’s no service!” she shouts.

  I nod off towards the offices, “There are phones in there. Hurry!” I watch her run off towards the offices, and then I turn my attention back towards Eddie. I’m afraid to move him. He is so perfectly still. “Eddie, can you hear me?” I ask, and I hear a slight mumble. Blood pours out of his mouth. “Damn it, Eddie!”

  What happened? Did he fall and hit his head? I frown, knowing that is not true. His face is bruised, and his clothes seemed tattered as though he had suffered some sort of beating. I gently tap his cheek, “Eddie, can you hear me?”

  His eyes open slowly, “James!” his voice is hoarse, but I can hear the relief in his tone.

  “Helps on the way,” I say, my heart racing. He coughs, and more blood pours out of his mouth. He closes his eyes, and I gently shake him, “No, man, you need to wake up. Eddie, wake up!”

  I hear Sylvia shout, “They’re sending an ambulance!”

  I nod, but my attention is on Eddie, “Eddie, can you tell me who did this?” He does not speak. He is perfectly still. Who would do something like this? If I find out who did this, I’m going to fucking kill him. There is so much blood that the smell of it is making me sick to my stomach; the weird mixture of coconut off me and Eddie’s blood and sweat are making me light headed. “Eddie, I’m so sorry.” I say, “If you can hear me, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

  It takes way too long before I start to hear sirens in the distance. Every passing second grows more and more unbearable. “Just hang on, Eddie,” I say, “You’re going to be all right.”

  I’ve never felt such a horrid mix of emotions. Sylvia is looking up at me from down below; her hands shaky, “I’m going to go out front and wait for the ambulance so I can bring them straight here.” She says and then adds, “He’s going to be okay, James.” She hurries off to meet the paramedics.

  I don’t know if he is going to be okay, and nothing has ever terrified me more in my life than this moment.

  32

  This feeling in the pit of my stomach is almost impossible to describe. I’m scared and worried and angry and so many other things right now. I’ve never smoked before, but I could probably go for a cigarette. My hands are shaking, and I wish that Sylvia was still here. She had stayed with me for hours, but we both had grown tired and hungry. She offered to go grab us both some lunch, and I agreed that that would be a good idea. Now, I wish I had just called my assistant or something because sitting here alone staring at my older brother in a medically induced comma is making me antsy.

  The doctors said he had probably been lying there in the factory for hours based off of the blood loss before Sylvia and I had found him. Whoever did this is going to pay big time. He got out of surgery about an hour ago, and the surgeon did not really offer me any words of encouragement –just a simplistic, “We’ll see.” That had been enough to put me on edge.

  Eddie really looks like shit. His face is bruised and covered in stitches. A large bandage is wrapped around his head, and a neck brace is strapped around his neck. He has a breathing tube in his mouth, and his wrists are strapped to the hospital bed to keep him perfectly still. He has a fractured skull, broken neck, two broken arms, one broken leg, and even a collapsed lung. Who could have possibly have done this? Eddie is not a big guy, but he is not exactly a little guy either. Someone either got the jump on him or was easily able to overpower him. Either way, he’s hurt –bad.

  I’m sitting in a chair beside his bed; I have not been able to leave his side ever since he got out of surgery. We had just gotten into this crazy fight just hours before I had found him. It was so stupid. I had actually accused him of sabotaging my company! What’s wrong with me? And then I had gotten pissed off because he got mad about it! Of course, he got mad about it! He’s given so much of himself to my company; he would never try to sabotage me. I’d give anything for him to wake up just so I can tell him how sorry I am.

  I keep looking at the tiny window on the door of the hospital room whenever someone passes by. I want Sylvia to hurry back. I can’t stand sitting here by myself anymore listening to the slow, steady beeping of the heart monitor. I look at the tiny computer screen at the two ECG lines: one if for his heart and the other is apparently monitoring his brain waves or something like that.

  Anxiously, I scoot my chair closer and touch his right hand. His right hand has a line of stitches across the back of his palm and over some knuckles. The doctor said he thinks Eddie took a swing at his attacker and busted his own knuckles, but we can’t be sure. The attacked could have knocked Eddie’s hand with a blunt object; the rest of his injuries seem to suggest that the attacker had some sort of weapons like a pole or bat.

  I hear someone walk by the room, and I look up hoping the door will open and Sylvia will pop in, but she doesn’t. Is she still not back yet? I feel weird touching Eddie’s Frankenstein-esc fingers, but I feel like I have to reach out to him somehow. “Eddie, I’m sorry,” I say for the millionth time since finding myself alone in the room with him.

  I should probably see if I can get in touch with his other half-siblings. I’ve never actually met any of them, but they should probably be informed of what is going on. Honestly, I have no idea how to even get in touch with them. I’m not even sure if I know their names or how many there are exactly. I’ve been so stubborn about all of them always asking Eddie for money that I never wanted to meet them. I shake it off, deciding that I’m not going to waste my time trying to figure that shit out –not with the way they have all treated him ever since he found out about them. Screw them. Eddie and I may have our problems, but I have never taken advantage of him the way they have. They will come looking for him as soon as they need another handout, I’m sure.

  The hospital room door opens, but it’s not Sylvia. It’s Éclair, my business rival, and occasional fuck buddy. I frown. I had really been expecting Sylvia, but I have to admit seeing Éclair’s face is a little bit reassuring. She puts on a sad smile when she sees me. She’s holding a vase full of flowers. She’s awkward when she speaks, “Hello, James.” She says in a tone shier than what is normally Éclair’s typical demeanor. “I heard what happened. It’s on the news.”

  I nod, “I’m
sure it is.” I have been in the news a lot lately. My latest line of supplements has been poisoning people, evidently. Turns out someone has been putting rat poison in the vitamins, and I’m the dumbass who actually accused my own brother of doing the deed. I know it wasn’t him, though. He would never do that to me.

  She puts the flowers down and awkwardly stands at the foot of the bed, staring at Eddie. She and Eddie have never gotten along. Eddie has always acted like an asshole towards her; it always bothered him that she and I had a thing going on the side –she is our business rival, after all. Éclair forces herself to look away from Eddie; she walks around the bed over to me and drapes her forearms on my shoulders from behind me. “I’m so sorry, James.” She says and leans down and gives me a reassuring peck on the cheek. “Listen, if you need anything, anything at all-”

  She is not able to finish her sentences. The monitors suddenly go berserk, and Eddie starts jolting around like a fish out of the water. I jump up, and Éclair darts for the door shouting, “Nurse! Nurse!”

  “Eddie!” I shout, “Damn it, Eddie!” The room is suddenly swarming with doctors and nurses. My eyes scan the small crowd until I am sure of who is in charge of the situation; I look at the doctor, “What’s wrong with him? What’s happening?”

  The doctor ignores me and looks at his staff, “He’s gone into cardiac arrest.” He says and begins barking out demands from his team of nurses.

  “Oh my God! Oh my God!” I cry out, and suddenly the doctor points a finger at me.

  “Someone get those two out of here.” He says.

  I feel a few nurses grab hold of me, “We need the space.” One of them says as I am being drug out of the room.