Filthy Desires: A Romantic Suspense Collection

by Parker, Kylie

  “He can’t feel his legs,” the nurse says. “He also is signing that you shouldn’t read to anyone because you sound like a dumbass when you read.” She laughs slightly under her breath.

  I smile, glad to know that even in this state Eddie is himself. I also am happy to know he knows that I have been reading to him –that I have been here. Suddenly Eddie’s hand plops down and his eyes close just as the doctor and nurse are removing the tube from his throat. The doctor checks him over. “His breathing is fairly normal,” the doctor says, “But,” he turns to look at me, “I’m not sure if that is going to last. He still needs to remain on life support.”

  “This morning you were telling me he was as good as dead. What changed?” I ask.

  “Are you a religious man, Mr. Mont?” the doctor asks. I shrug. The doctor shrugs right back, “Well, then I don’t have much more of an explanation for you. Don’t let this get your hopes up, but this is definitely a good sign… and a lesson for me not to write someone off so quickly.”

  They run a few tests, and they let me stay in the room this time. Soon they depart, and I’m alone with Eddie again. He looks better, or at least I think he does and it’s not just my mind toying with me. There is color in his cheeks again, and there is something about not having that giant breathing tube down his neck that makes him seem more alive somehow.

  I cannot bring myself to leave. I sit down beside him and talk. I talk about random things. I talk about our childhood and stupid shit we used to do together. I talk about meeting his sister Kate, his brothers Max and Nick and wondering out loud how many others are out there that I still don’t know about. It does not take a genius to figure out that Eddie had learned sign to make it easier to talk to Max, and I tell him that I’m proud of him. I tell him that I’m proud that he was working on providing a home for Nick and had learned sign for Max and had helped Kate get her son back in school. I tell him I’m sorry for always giving him such a hard time for helping them and never bothering to get to know any of them. It’s sad, really, that this is what it took for me to so much as learn their names.

  I wind up staying the night in the hospital room.

  49

  “I mean, really! It took you that long to piece that together? You must be some damn good detective.” Lillian, my lawyer, is really laying into these cops. I’m really glad Éclair recommended her –and not just because I wound up having a threesome with her and her wife, but she is a kick ass lawyer.

  I got called down to the station while I as at lunch with Sylvia, so she’s here by my side as well. I had immediately called Lillian; my last brush with the local police had not been particularly friendly. They had arrested me, suspecting me as the one who had assaulted Eddie. They had even had the audacity to say that I had hurt Eddie because Eddie had been the one to have poisoned my supplements –that was still an ongoing investigation in and of itself. They had called me down to the station to talk and fill me in on their most recent theory. They believe that whoever attacked Eddie was likely the same person who poisoned my supplements and that Eddie had likely caught the culprit or confronted him.

  “I could have told you that,” I say, joining in on Lillian’s tirade.

  Lillian crosses her arms as she stares down the two detectives. “My client has suffered public backlash thanks to your little accusation. His company has already suffered tremendous financial loss due to rumors circulated by the media. We are already battling a lawsuit –and although it can’t hold any water now that you geniuses have determined that it was sabotage and not the fault of my client, it is still causing his business tremendous trouble as you can imagine. I would really hate to have a counter-suit on hand here against your department for deprivation of character.”

  The head officer nervously tugs at his shirt collar. “No, no, we wouldn’t want that. I assure you, all charges are being dropped and record of his arrest is being thrown out the window.”

  “That certainly does not make that lovely mugshot the media got a hold of go away, now does it?” Lillian hisses. “Now, I believe Mr. Mont is willing to put all of this craziness behind him if you all can start doing yours jobs and find out who the hell is behind all of this mess!”

  The officer sits down at the table across from me. I don’t care for being back in the interrogation room, but at least this time I’m not being accused of attempted murder. “That’s why we are all here, now isn’t it?” he says and turns on a tape recorder and opens up a notebook. “I’d like to speak with you about your company.” He waves at the younger officer and tells him to go get some coffee for everyone. “We have ruled you out as a suspect, James, so there is no reason to be worried.”

  “That’s a load of shit.” Lillian says as she plops down in the empty seat beside me. “You and I both know that in the back of your head you are still hoping you can pin this on my client. So cut the whole nice cop routine, and let’s get down to business and try to find the real assailant, shall we?”

  I wind up spending the next two hours talking to this stupid cop about my life. I talk about just about every person I know and lay out all of my dirty laundry –telling him about anyone who might possibly have a motive to do me wrong, and it’s just my luck that I have to have Sylvia sitting next to me listening to my life story unfold. It’s not like I’m going to kick her out of here after she has been so supportive, but we wind up talking about stuff I would have preferred her not to know. Like crazy ex-girlfriends, even crazier men whose girlfriends I’ve been with, business associates, company competitors, and even old employees. He asks me about stuff they found when running through my paperwork at Shattered Inc. as well as anything they found during my background checks. By the time the interview is over, I’m fairly confident that we are nowhere closer in discovering who hurt Eddie.

  50

  Speaking to the police has me on edge, and I think that Sylvia can tell. A small part of me wishes that she had not been there for all of that. What is a person supposed to say when you’re asked to lay out every person you’ve ever come in contact with who may or may not hate you? I also have an embarrassingly long list. I guess that is just what happens when you are in the business world. It’s more cutthroat than I realized. The three of us –Sylvia, Lillian, and I, wind up standing out in front of the precinct after a long-winded what felt like an interrogation.

  “If they ever ask you to come back here, always call me,” Lillian says and stretches her back slightly. “I can tell they think that pinning it on you is going to make this go away. They’re not doing their jobs. And at this point, it’s pretty obvious it wasn’t you.”

  “What about the lawsuit?” I ask.

  Lillian shakes her head and stifles a laugh. “Don’t worry about the lawsuit. I’m telling you, James, I’ll be surprised if that even makes it to court. There is an investigation open for sabotage –there is nothing to sue to you about. It was not your fault. So unless they find that your company was being neglectful, making it easy for someone to poison your supplements, no one is going to be able to sue you. So relax a little.”

  “I’m finding that hard to do,” I say, and I feel Sylvia gripping onto my arm for reassurance.

  “You’re going to be fine.” Lillian says as we walk towards the nearest parking deck.

  Halfway to our cars, I decide to act like a jackass to distract myself. “So, how’s Daisy?” I ask Lillian, referring to her wife whom we had had a threesome with not long ago.

  Lillian rolls her eyes. “She’s fine. Thank you very much.” And with that she storms past us to her car. I don’t think I can let her live that down, but I know I should play nice seeing as how she is my lawyer. She is really helping me out a lot here, so I guess screwing with her about our drunken encounter really is not a wise decision.

  “What was that about?” Sylvia questions.

  “Nothing.” I say and offer her a warm smile. “Thanks for coming with me. I didn’t realize all of that was going to get so personal.”

 
; “Well, I certainly learned a lot about you. I would have hated to have missed all of that.” She grins. “You know, listening to you talk about all of the people who may or may not hate your guts made me realize something.”

  “What’s that?”

  “You’re an asshole.” She laughs. Well, I am not sure whether or not I should laugh too. I hope this doesn’t screw things up with us. She hooks her arm in mine again and then gives me a quick slap on my rear. Awfully flirty –especially for her.

  “Um…” I say under my breath. I’m confused. She’s calling me an asshole and flirting with me?

  “Listen, forget about all of that. Everybody has baggage.” She smiles brightly at me as we approach her car. She had been the one to drive us here, giving my personal driver a break. “Why don’t we head back to my place, what do you say?”

  Well, today has certainly taken a turn. I smile. “What do you think?” I ask. We climb into her car, and she pulls another fast one on me. Instead of heading home, she drives us further up into the parking deck until locating a more secluded area. I suspect I know what she has in mind, but I really would hate to put my foot in my mouth. “Whatcha doing, Sylvia?” I ask.

  She unbuckles and then turns to look at me. “Well?” she beckons me towards her, waving me over with her finger.

  I get out of my seat quickly and hop over on top of her in the driver’s seat. I search frantically for the lever to pull the seat back, and when I find it we both crash down so abruptly that our teeth smack together. “Shit!” I say, both of us with our hands at our mouths investigating whether or not our teeth are still in tack or if we busted our lips.

  She laughs at my clumsiness. “Good job, James.”

  “Oh, shut up.” I say and work quickly at changing the mood. I work my hand up her skirt and yank her underwear down and onto the floorboard before pulling my cock out of my pants. She reaches around and pulls my drawers down a little further just so she can pinch me on my ass. I kiss her lips, and there is a tingling sensation after the violent impact we had had only a moment ago. We both press on, choosing to ignore the mild pain.

  She has a small car, so we’re a little compacted. It makes it difficult to get her top off, but I manage. She’s wearing another impressive lacey bra that unhooks in the front. She always has the sexiest lingerie. I’m pretty sure she knows exactly when we’re going to be in the act because no woman dresses up her breasts like this every day. I unhook the bra, and the straps remain draped on her shoulders as I kiss and lick her perfectly round nipples. She’s a little ticklish, so she stifles her giggles with excited groaning.

  Sylvia reaches down and starts toying with me with her fingers, turning me on just as easily as she always does. Every time I have sex with Sylvia I have to remind myself that it’s real. This is my fantasy chick. The woman whose body I stared at every day on my way to work on that big billboard for Éclair’s company. I had always thought that it had to be photo-shopped, but I had been wrong. She really is that perfect –all except those colored contacts of hers that have to be hiding some sort of grotesque something –I assume as such because no one is that perfect. I wonder for a moment if maybe she has two different colored eyes or something like that, and for some weird reason that turns me on too. That’s a really weird-ass fetish to have.

  Once I’m inside her, Sylvia starts clawing at my back in all of her excitement, working her hands further and further up the back of my button up. She moves her hands around to my front to unbutton so that she can touch my chest. I remind myself of a second factoid. She had told me I was her fantasy guy too. She said she kept one of my posters for Shattered Inc. –one of the ones showing off my bare chest –in her apartment in front of her treadmill as motivation. That is a pretty big win for me to know that she has daydreamed about me before too. It’s almost too perfect.

  Soon she is screaming, and we have her little car shaking. We wind up sliding further down in the seat, and my rear hits on the horn. We both laugh, and I pop my head up to look around outside of the car in the event we had drawn attention on ourselves, but thankfully no one is out there at the moment. I cum inside her, and she squeals excitedly. Who knew after that shitty interview at the police department that I would wind up screwing around in their parking deck? Works for me. It’s sort of like a big fat Fuck-You to the local police who are doing a shitty job at savaging my company’s name.

  Sylvia and I clean up, both panting slightly and still on a sort of erotic high after our latest sexual encounter. We head back to her apartment for round two.

  51

  Kate gives me a tired smile as we sit down during lunch break inside the strip club where she waits tables. I do my best not to watch the strippers as they dance about. Surprisingly, the strip club actually has pretty decent food. I’ve been here before, but I’ve never been for the food in the past –obviously. Who comes to a strip club just to have lunch? Me now, I suppose. Kate told me she used to strip here before getting demoted to server due to a hip injury that took place while giving a customer… some extra services. I shiver at the thought. I can’t remember whether or not I’ve been here while Kate was stripping. I hope not. That’s my brother’s sister, and finding out she worked at a club I had made regular stops at really freaks me out.

  “Thanks for lunch.” She says shyly as I do my best not to look at her breasts that are squished into this really sexy outfit. She might as well be my sister if she is Eddie’s. Do not, I repeat, do not look at her breasts, James. Stop being such a creep. Just pretend she’s your sister.

  “Of course.” I say.

  She smiles, “And I really appreciate you telling me the good news about Eddie. I’m so glad he woke up. Even if just for a little while; maybe he will get better? I can’t wait to tell Bobby. I know he needs to hear it.”

  “I don’t know if you should, to be honest.” I say, “I would hate for you to get his hopes up and then something happen.”

  “I know, but he deserves to know.” Kate props her chin up onto her palms. She looks sad and tired. I know there is something I could do for her and for her kids, I just am not sure what just yet. I suppose Eddie has been helping out, but now with him hurt the way he is it’s probably getting rough.

  “I know he does. And it’s none of my business, I suppose.” I study her face. She’s too young to have wrinkles under her eyes like that. “Listen,” I say, preparing myself to get to the point, “I asked you to have lunch with me for a reason. I was wondering if anyone has told yours and Eddie’s father about what is going on.”

  I see Kate flinch slightly. “I haven’t.”

  “I don’t know much about him, and I know he sounds like a real prick, but he is Eddie’s father. He hasn’t come to the hospital to see him, so I wasn’t sure if he even knew what was going on.” I push my plate of food away, no longer feeling hungry now that the conversation was taking a more serious turn.

  “He probably doesn’t know,” Kate says. “None of us really speak to him. And to be honest, James, I don’t want to start.”

  “Is he that big of an ass?” I ask.

  “He just doesn’t want anything to do with us, I don’t think. And yes, he’s an ass.” Kate stops eating as well. She has this dazed look about her; she is staring off into space as though she is thinking seriously about something.

  “I know you don’t want to talk to him, but if you know where I could find him I would like to pay him a visit and let him know what’s going on.” I wait for her to respond. She just stares blankly at me as though she thinks that I’m an idiot. I just stare back at her, and it’s like we’re locked in an old fashioned staring contest.

  Finally, she releases a loud exhale. “If you want to, but I don’t think anything good is going to come out of it.” She grabs a napkin and scribbles down an address and hands it to me. “I don’t have a phone number or anything, but this is the last place I know of where he was staying.” She suddenly stands up. “I have to get back to work. Thanks again for lunch.”
She leaves after only eating half of her plate, clearly having become uncomfortable talking to me.

  Looks like I’m going to be paying a visit to this Ricardo Smith character. I leave the server a decent tip and head out of the strip club and into the blinding light that is the parking lot. My driver spots me and pulls up in front of the building, and I climb into the back before he has a chance to hop out to open my door for me. “Where to, Mr. Mont?” he asks.

  “Not sure. I need to make a call. Just get us out of this parking lot. I don’t need anyone seeing me here right now,” I say, and he pulls out of the parking lot. I pull out my phone and flip the switch to pull up the privacy window so that I can have a private conversation. I call Éclair, and she answers. She always answers.

  “What now, James?” she asks, bypassing the proper hello’s and how are you’s.

  “I need a favor,” I say.

  “Oh?”

  “I am going to go meet Eddie’s dad and tell him what’s going on. I was wondering if you would go with me?” I ask.

  There is a long pause. Her tone tells me she is a little annoyed. “Why not ask that girlfriend of yours you keep telling me about? What’s her name –Sylvia?”

  I knew she was going to throw that in my face eventually. Éclair is not the jealous type, but I did make things pretty awkward the last time we had sex when I ran out like a little bitch. I had talked to her on the phone since then to tell her about Eddie’s younger brother overdosing, but that is the last we have spoken. She probably did not expect me to ask for a favor any time soon. “Look, I know I’ve pissed you off, but I need your help. Sylvia… I don’t know how she would handle something like this. You –you’re good with words. I trust you, Éclair. I don’t really know how to handle this by myself. I don’t know what to expect. You’re good with people… and you always have my back.”