Mr. Right Now(2)

“Dax.” Chloe’s shaky voice echoes in the waiting area.

The beast looks up to her and sends her a wicked grin.

“Yes.” His dark brown eyes bore holes through her chest, and Chloe knows in this exact moment her fate has been sealed yet again by another fucking Sterling man.





“Where in the fuck is he?” Kam’s voice roars in the hotel room. He flew in early this morning and is just becoming privy to the knowledge that Dax was arrested last night. Nobody knows exactly what happened, but long story short, his fists flew and the other man’s blood flowed. Cops came, and he left.

“Eli, what the hell fucking happened last night? You three fuck-wits fly out a night early, and Dax is in jail, and Cole is nowhere to be seen.” Kam slams the contents of a half empty red Solo cup, and Eli knows his brother doesn’t give a fuck what’s in it. He’s clearly pissed and looking for something to numb the edge. He watches his brother’s face contort as the liquid burns while going down, and hopes for his sake there was no disease lingering on the edge of the cup.

“Fuck if I know.” Eli shrugs and continues eating his breakfast of straight protein.

“No one fucking cares that Dax is in the slammer, when we have our final planning meeting this morning with the contractors to get Made To Sin up and operating?”

A thick slice of bacon enters Eli’s mouth as he shrugs again and hopes to fucking hell his brother will lay off. Eli flew in last night with his other two brothers, and then went to bed, while Dax and Cole went out on the town. An idea finally hits Eli, and it’s like his ‘get out of hot water free’ card with Kam.

“Listen, I came straight to the hotel, and the other two jackasses went out. I’ve no clue what went down.”

“Yeah, no biggie, it’s not like concrete needs to be poured or ground broken to start the construction and stay on our tight deadline.” Eli dodges an empty beer bottle flying toward his head as his brother continues to rip his ass. “Let’s just grab another slice of pussy.”

Eli shakes his head when Kam is done with his holier than thou speech, because Eli knows Kam just likes to talk. He talks the talk when it’s important, and walks the walk when it’s time, and walk the walk means stick his cock in anything that walks. Welcome to the fabulous world of the Sterling Brothers, where the rich get richer and their problems just get bigger.

His vibrating phone distracts Kam from his attack. Eli takes the opportunity to finish his breakfast in peace and quiet. It’s going to be one of the longest fucking days of his career. It takes a miracle to get all four Sterlings to even come close to agreeing. Throwing in a new contracting and construction company is sure to blow a few fuses. On the East Coast they have their people who know exactly how to run things for them. Sterlings get shit done, and there’s no exception.

A clattering noise distracts Eli from his eggs. He glances up to see Kam, who’s finally resigned to a seat on the couch, still checking his phone, and then he notices Cole waltzing from his suite with two women parading behind him. Cole is known as the king of the threesome. He doesn’t discriminate and prefers the number three. If there’s ever a guessing game, you can bet your sweet ass what number he picks every time. Three.

Kam is on his feet in a matter of seconds, firing off questions in Cole’s face. You’d think the half-naked women following Cole were invisible. Kam’s focus is zeroed in on one thing, and one thing only—business. Cole’s face scrunches in pain, and Eli would bet it’s from a killer headache due to lack of sleep and too much alcohol.

“Out, ladies. Party’s over.” Cole’s demanding voice leaves little room for argument. Shock covers their faces, but their feet clearly receive the memo as they scurry from the room.

Kam moves to the door to hold it open for the women, not carrying one ounce of hurt feelings. It’s made clear that daylight is business time. The real party starts when the sun goes down.

Eli pushes his plate to the side and waits for the inevitable fight to go down between those two brothers. Their fights are always the best because of their similar personalities.

“Fucking answers now.” In two strides Kam stands in Cole’s face, waiting on his response.

“Calm the fuck down, brother. We went out last night. Dax lost his temper, and I landed two hot pieces of ass. Someone’s bailing Dax out right now.”

“Unfucking believable. When are the two of you going to grow up?”

“Jesus Christ, Kam.” Eli finally stands and kicks back his chair. “You act like your shit don’t stink. Wait, you only play this whole fucking act when you’re not out partying.”