“Call the police, Rachael.” She rushed to the phone, making the call as I pinned Roxie down. This was wrong. I don’t know why this was happening. She’d never acted like she wanted me.
“She ruined everything. She’s evil,” she spat out, pushing back.
I roared. “Just stop moving already. I don’t want to hurt you. I can’t believe I didn’t see it sooner.”
“You love me?” Roxie asked in a soft voice.
Rachael scoffed and walked to the door to hold it open.
“No, nutbag. I’m sorry that I put Rachael in danger with your nonsense.” My rage had never been so intense. I saw red and felt like popping her neck if she kept fighting me.
It wasn’t a minute before my brother’s security head, Tony, came rushing into the room with Julian in tow.
“Are you okay?” Tony asked, looking at Rachael. “I’ve got cuffs.”
“What do we have going on here?” A police officer came in the room.
I waited until they had her before letting go of my hold on her. I turned to look at Rachael and she was still in her towel. “One minute,” I said to the officer. Looking up and down at Rachael, she caught my meaning and blanched. “Go put some clothes on,” I bit out. “Your eyes focused on the cuffed one.” The two cops had been checking out my fiancée. Tony and Julian didn’t bother to look, already aware that this man in front of them wasn’t the usual me. I was seething beyond control.
“Can you tell me what’s going on?”
“I had to get Rachael’s bag, and when I came back in the room I saw Roxie with a knife pointed at my fiancée.”
“Is she an ex or something?” One of the officers asked, pulling Roxie off the wall.
“She was my assistant. I was about to fire her.”
She started kicking and struggling to get out of the officer’s hold. “I hate her. She ruined everything.” Roxie turned her head violently, attempting to bite the officer. He slammed her on the ground.
Rachael came rushing out of the room nervously. “Baby, come here,” I said, holding my hand out for her. She took it and I pulled her close to protect her.
“Miss, can you tell us what happened?”
“Joseph went to get my clothes that I left in the bride’s dressing room. I thought he came back because the key card pinged. I wondered if he forgot something, but Roxie confronted me with a knife.”
“Where’s the knife?” the officer questioned Rachael.
“I kicked it over there,” she pointed to the corner chair and peeking out was a large kitchen knife.
One officer went to look at it, pulling it out with a pair of gloves on. “I have to go get the bags.” He put it back and stepped out of the room. “Everyone out of this room while we retrieve the evidence and take her down to the station.”
We settled it with the officers to meet down at the station to formally press charges. “Whatever we do, this doesn’t get out yet. I don’t want Jacob to cut his honeymoon short.”
“Got it,” Tony said while Julian nodded. I placed a kiss on Rachael’s temple and mentally thanked the heavens that she was safe.
Chapter 16
Joseph
It took a week, but we were back in Dallas. Roxie had been arrested on assault and unlawful entry. She wouldn’t get much time at all in the grand scheme of things. The judge set her bail at one million dollars, but she’d been bailed out by her family and I didn’t know when the trial would begin if it even goes to trial. She was forced to stay up north, but the detectives got a warrant to search her property here on the grounds that all three of us had been from Texas and it was happenstance that she chose to attack out of state. I wanted Rachael to marry me like tomorrow and I didn’t want her parents involved in it. I hadn’t forgiven them for trying to ruin my family just to get my brother to marry Rachael. I was pleased as fuck I stood my ground because she might have gotten along with my brother.
“Joseph, you know you don’t want a feud with them. This is not worth it, especially with everything going on,” my father argued. We managed to keep the mess a secret, but it wouldn’t be long before everyone found out, including her parents. “I’d say inform them that you are marrying Rachael. How they react will determine your next course of action.”
“I’m going to ask Rachael about it. If that’s what she wants, we’ll head over there right now.” I hung up with my father and walked out of my home office and into the living room where Rachael was watching some television in one of my college t-shirts and nothing else. A low growl emanated from my chest as I stared at her legs tucked under her bare ass.
“Anything good on?” I asked, strolling up to her and plopping down on the ultra-cushy couch.
“It seems like you found this entertaining.” It was the feed to the hotel lobby. I turned red right away. My adoration of her had taken on the stalker level and I hoped to hell she wasn’t pissed about it.
I looked at her and admitted it. “Yes, I did and I told you I did. Although, now it’s lost its appeal.”
She grabbed the remote and was about to click it off when she gasped, “That’s Tony and Denise talking, and she’s hiding her belly under the counter.”
“What? I thought she was pregnant. Do you think?”
“I don’t know, but she did say her baby’s father was at the hotel. It seems you hotel men can’t stay away from the front desk. Did you watch me all the time?”
I nodded, moving my hand to her thigh, sprawling my fingers over her flesh. “Yes, and I don’t know how many times I’ve been tempted to choke a motherfucker through the TV. Are you upset?”
“No, I know those cameras are there anyway. Anybody could be watching. It’s just makes me feel special. I’d thought you wanted to fire me.”
“I’m sorry. I tried to come off indifferent in front of others, but something about you made it difficult. I didn’t know how to approach you and demand you marry me. You tested my limits of self-control.”
She giggled, then grasped my chin and tilted my head downward to the sight of the shirt. It rode up and her pink pussy was covered with a small thatch of wet, blonde curls. “I wonder how much more I can test them,” she said, straddling my lap.
“You don’t need to test them at the moment,” I replied, running my hands over her bare bottom and grinding her pussy on my pants. Her hands reached between us, unbuttoned my pants, and pulled out my cock. She stroked from the base to tip using two hands before sliding down my legs and down to her knees. Rachael smiled up at me with my cock in one hand and her fingers between her thighs, then dropped her head down and took me into her mouth.
I tossed my head back against the top of the couch, breathing heavily as she learned how to take me down. I groaned, loving her soft lips around my cock. I looked down to see her fingers strumming her clit. She moaned around my dick, licking and sucking as she fingered herself. My hands made their way into her hair, holding on for dear life as I felt my orgasm starting in my damn spine. I pulled her mouth off my cock and lifted her up onto my length. She rocked her hips, riding me.
I took her fingers and sucked them into my mouth, tasting her sweet, hot honey. Her pussy clenched around me. “You like that, baby? I love eating your pussy, but I need to come. Give it to me. Ride the fuck out of me,” I roared. She bounced on me faster and faster as her walls massaged my cum out. “Fuck, I’m coming,” I growled, grabbing her face and kissing her hard and like that she came on me, screaming against my lips.
She collapsed her head onto my shoulder, gasping for air while peppering kisses on my neck.
“That was so amazing, Rachael,” I murmured against her hair. She lifted her face to look at me and nodded with a well-satisfied grin and slits for eyes.
“So, good. So, so good. I feel wonderfully sleepy now,” she sighed.
I wrapped my hands around her ass and lifted her off of me and onto the couch, which was going to need a good cleaning. I gave her a kiss and went to go get something to clean us up. I came back and my Rachael was passed out. Her blonde hair was splayed out on the cushion, totally messed up from my greedy hands.
I loved her so damn much.
Chapter 17
Rachael
We pulled up to my parents’ estate the next morning. Joseph told me it was my choice to see them and tell them we’re getting married. I was a jumble of nerves, but I had to get this over with. It wasn’t that I was getting married; it was who I was marrying. Just because Joseph hated my father that didn’t mean the feeling was mutual. Part of me hoped they would cut their ties with me because I don’t want them sticking their claws into any children we have.
I was escorted in as a guest and I immediately felt out of place. Joseph followed in behind me, wanting to catch their reaction. They didn’t greet us at the door like they should have. Instead, we were taken to the library where they had Roxie standing in front of them.
“You,” I hissed.
Joseph grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back toward the exit. They all looked too comfortable together. “We’re out of here,” Joseph stated.
“Come on now, you can’t go. We need to work this out,” my father said, rubbing Roxie’s shoulders.