Chapter 62

***Dayle***

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How could she be this careless with herself? I knew that Molly would lure her into all these things, Chrissy is too innocent for all these. It's not for her. I'm not against her taking a few drinks but in a place such as a club or pub is 101% risky. What if she got raped? Thank heavens I arrived in time otherwise that dick of a guy would have carried on with his plans. Like, did he plan to touch her pussy, or what exactly?
Thinking and trying to digest all these things makes me mad and for that, I'm feeling uneasy. I've been thinking a lot lately. Seeing her being touched by another guy makes me sick and fucking jealous, if he has attempted to fight back—that would have been a different story because after I'm done beating up his ass, Dom and the others would whip and disfigure him a hundred times before Dad decides what to do with him. He thought wisely, lucky for him.
A knock interrupts.
“It's open!” I lazily reply. I see Dom and Nina walking in, she's holding a small tray—perhaps coffee.
“This would help!” she says while Dom sits on the arm of the sofa.
“Thanks, Nina, you're incredible!” intel her nicely, I don't know why I'm becoming nice but it's great. “Is she okay?”
“Yeah! Slight fever but she'll be fine. I've given her some meds on the doctor’s orders!” she explains. Fuck, I lied about the pharmacy yet we returned with no drugs. Dom is gonna ask, I'll just have to come up with something.
“That's great. Alright! Good night then!”
“You too, young man!” she starts walking away but stops at Dom. “Dom? I'll be leaving now, I might show up tomorrow. Do you remember what I discussed with you—” she reminds him
“Sure. Noted! Just let me know how it goes... The other lady would take up the job tomorrow since Madam Lena would return the day after tomorrow! It's fine!” he tells her and she nods with a smile.
“Exactly. Good night to you too!”
Nina leaves the room before Dom turns to me.
“You can fool everyone but not me!” he says proudly, I hate his guts. Honestly.
“I'm trying to catch some sleep—”
“She was at Hazy Club! Whose idea was that? Can't be yours since you showed up much later to get her at about 8 pm—quite responsible but did you even stop at the pharmacy? No receipts or evidence—like the drugs prescribed. Where were you both for over an hour?” he asks tilting his brows.
Fuck. This is what I call uncalculated risk. That's what I get from the ex-undercover security of the state. There's no need to lie now, he caught me and I have to tell him everything or else he'd tell Dad. I don't want Chrissy to get into trouble. It won't be nice.
“You are right Dom, always right!” I snap, I hate the way he overrides me most times. If this didn't happen at night, he wouldn't bother that much but reverse is the case. I put down my cell phone. “She got tipsy and so she fell asleep. Just had to wait for her to at least rest for a while before we return. I... I didn't want you to think differently about her—”
“Oh, I already do! If you had gone with her from the beginning, I would have assumed that it was her idea but no, it wasn't. I'm partly satisfied.” he says while I roll my eyes. “I'm glad that you are protecting your sister and I'm not pressing on that fact... But you know that you can always call home. Call me. I'd sort things out. It was hard for me to tell your father that you hadn't returned home, I felt useless! My job is to watch you both which includes your whereabouts and well-being—”
“Dom, I get it! I understand. I'll call home. I'll call you too. She made a mistake and will not repeat it. We already talked about it. Don't just tell Dad, can you not?” I ask.
“That's mine to decide, okay? I'll speak with her by morning. You are doing well as a brother and I'm very proud of you Dayle. But you can step up with the security and everything...” he says coolly
“Okay. But you said that it's your job?!” I'm trying to get on his nerves, I don't mean it. He chuckles.
“I mean, as a brother!” he adds with a faint smile, at least that stern loosened for a second.
“Okay!” I snap.
“Nina will be absent tomorrow because—”
“Don’t worry, I don't care! I mean, I don't care!” I interrupt him and he cringes a bit.
“Okay. I'll be in the Industry tomorrow, new investors and all that, Clarrisa would need all the help in the world. Your father’s orders...” he explains. I'm excited. Why?
“Are you also hitting on her too? I mean, you both look great—forget about her husband! He's a dick! You could actually—” I blurt out but he stares at me with a doubtful look.
“Dayle, am I missing something? Do you intend to hit on her? She's twice your age!” he chuckles and I chuckle. “Anyway, I wasn't asking for your opinion, and the record—we are not sexually acquainted. It's only work! Besides, I was letting you know because I'd assign Bobby to watch the heirs!” he says. “Have a good night's rest, Mr. Dayle!” he walks out with a tight smile.
Whatever. I know that he like Ms. Clarrisa but her ring is a constraint.
Fuck, we don't have to be watched like royals 24/7 but I don't trust Dom. He's most likely to input secret Cameras for extra internal supervision. He did that to me once. I mean, that was how Dad found out about that one-time reckless party that bundled up lots of fines.

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I stare at her peacefully asleep, I walk after closing the door behind me. I sit next to her, placing the back of my hand on her forehead—she's cooling off. Good sign. I can't wait to scold her for being careless but I might not say a word. She engulfs every fucking time. Like the other time she placed her hand on my thigh, my cock twitched, my entire body responded to her single touch and so I had to put up an act. I needed to focus and remain tough.
She opens her eyes instantly like she has figured out that I was there all through. She sits up.
“You... You came?!” she says and I nod lightly
“I see that you are getting better but the doctor will come around tomorrow for better supervision...”
“Dom would know that we—I lied!” she starts to freak out, I place my hand over my mouth to keep calm. That vigilant ass would come striding in like a cop on duty. Dom.
“He knows but I handled it. He’ll speak with you tomorrow but it's fine. I handled it!”
“Dayle I'm sorry about everything, I mess up. I drank too much!” she starts to apologize but my gaze is splitting because of the satin dress that she's wearing. The dents of her hard nipples are visible, is he also feeling the way I'm feeling, very uneasy and hungry for something?
“Shhh! I can't scold you now because I can't shout! I'll do that tomorrow!” I tell her offhandedly and she purses her pretty bubbly lips, I have the urge to kiss them. They are extremely pretty, and very vulnerable at night.
“I know you are mad at me—” she adds
“Extremely!” I snap cupping her face into my hands, I find myself moving so close to her—very close to her. “I could have exploded if he had touched you...”
“I shouldn't have drunk too much...” she says under her breath like I just did.
“I'm fucking mad at you Chriss, extremely mad at you! Honest!” I tell her once more but this time she does something.
She captures my lips instantly, I can't resist her tender touch nor can I resist her lips, or her body language. I'm turned on as fuck, my cock would shoot out any moment from now even if my hands are massaging her breasts tenderly. I long to consume her hardened buds, not to talk of her lower lips. I want to taste her juices, I want to make her orgasm every step of the way.
The way that she's propelling me to touch her stimulates my urge the most, her soft hands reach for my skin—my chest. Her tender and deliberate caresses drive me fucking nuts, I feel like I'm not going to last even in the morning time. We kiss hungrily, panting laboriously, it takes only a second for us to unveil the burning desire inside of us...
We pull away as though we are thinking the same thing. We try to catch our breath.
“I'm glad you're fine! It's important to me!” I tell her almost whispering. “Have some rest, Chrissy!”
I walk to the door and that is when she speaks again.
“Stop torturing me, It's hurting me!”
I leave instantly otherwise I would return to her and it's going to be different.