I walked to the chair in the darkest corner of the room and sat down to think. It took a moment to get my head on right. I really needed to not drink again, especially that heavily.
“Please explain,” I demanded.
She sat back on the bed and ran her fingers along her face. After huffing out a deep breath, she revealed, “Kevin is an agent with the FBI. He’s undercover posing as my rich boyfriend.”
“Why?”
“Because they believe my mom is a black widow. In the last ten years, she’s been married four times. The last three all died mysteriously,” she informed me.
I jumped up from my seat, forgetting the pain because it could wait—Ted couldn’t. “What?! We need to find my brother right away before she kills him.”
She rushed up and put her hand to my chest, the effect calming. “Don’t worry. He’s safe. Candy was arrested last night for buying five grand worth of cocaine in the back alley of the casino.”
“How do you know?” I asked because the last time she’d seen her mother would have been when I did, unless she left the room. Looking at her suitcase by the door, it was clear she did leave to get it.
“I got a text asking to get a hold of Ted to bail her out of jail. I called Ted from the number she gave me, and he refused, saying he’d made a mistake in marrying her.”
“Fucking great! Where is he?” I was happy about that. Since she was a criminal maybe he could get out of settling any money on her.
“I think he went to the police station,” I offered.
“I’m going to call him, babe. Excuse me.” I kissed her softly before grabbing my phone.
“Okay,” she said.
I dialed Ted’s number, and he answered right away. “Hey, Dean, what’s up?”
“Angel tells me that you’ve decided to end the marriage.”
“Yep, they got it done already. It was annulled,” he said. I could tell he was lying, but what he was lying about I wasn’t too sure of. My brother didn’t typically lie to me, but since he met this broad, that was all he’d been doing. I wanted answers, and I was going to have to trick it out of him.
“But I thought they didn’t let you get annulled if you bumped uglies?” I asked.
“Well, okay, you got me. I was lying. We didn’t get married at all. It was a fake marriage. Can we meet and talk about it?” What the fuck was with the fake shit?
“Sure. Come back up to my suite. I’m trying to get over a hangover, and I don’t feel like moving yet.”
“I’ll be there in about an hour and a half. Okay?”
“Cool,” I said and ended the call. I turned to my sexy Angel dressed in just my shirt, and suddenly my headache wasn’t so bad. I wanted her ass naked. I knew now she was all mine. I just had a few questions first.
“Angel, we need to talk. There are about a thousand things I’m curious about, but first, how old are you for real?”
“Twenty-one. I told you that. I graduated from NIU already, and I’m not a genius.”
“Your mother said you were eighteen,” I replied, feeling like a jackass. I believed a woman I didn’t trust for no good reason.
“Well, the broad was lying. She wanted to make me look younger to Ted because then it didn’t mean she was a little whore at fifteen.”
“So you’re not that young. That’s a relief because I was starting to feel like a total fucking pervert,” I admitted.
“So if it was true, you’d walk away from me?” I saw and heard the hurt.
“Hell, no, I wouldn’t, but it’s just weird for me to want a barely legal woman,” I vehemently denied. It was the truth, though. I wasn’t letting her go no matter what.
“Well, it really doesn’t matter. So what did your brother say?” Angel asked as she sat down on the bed next to me.
“The same as you, that their relationship was as phony as her tits and that they were never really married,” I explained.
“I was wondering about that,” she conjectured, dismissing my annoyance with her deception.
“Why?”
“Because technically she’s still married to her fourth husband. He supposedly walked out on her, never to return. So she was a bigamist with Ted,” she revealed with a huff, making her breasts bounce, her nipples peeking through the blouse.
I decided the rest of the questions could wait until later. “Did I tell you yet how sexy you look in my shirt with your white little panties on? Damn, do I want to fuck you this minute. Hell, I’d settle for just making you come.”
She started squeezing her thighs together, aching with need. I was going to have to deal with it. “Come, Angel. Let’s take a shower.”