Chapter One Hundred and Thirty-Six
Mason and Lee gave Kelley a look but he ignored them. Connor sat in his chair, his eyes on Norah. Kelley walked around her and then leaned back against his desk. He wasn’t aroused, not even close. Nothing about her could ever arouse him. Kelley felt disgust rise up in him but he knew he had to do this. He had to show her that she wasn't in charge, never had been and never would be.
“Are you excited, Norah?” She nodded her head and licked her lips, her hands clenched into fists on her thighs.
“Show me,” Kelley said in a low voice.
Norah widened her knees and her hand disappeared under her skirt. She closed her eyes and then withdrew her hand, her fingers wet with her own juices. Lee shook his head and Mason’s mouth opened and closed again.
“Touch yourself. Tell me what you’d like each one of us to do to you while you bring yourself to orgasm,” Kelley said.
Norah moaned and widened her thighs even more. She lifted her skirt, exposing herself to Kelley, Connor and Mason. “I’d want you to sit on that wingback chair, let me straddle you and have Mason fuck my ass while I ride you. Lee can shove his cock down my throat while I jerk Connor off.”
Her hands moved faster as she spoke and she lifted her hips up and down, her wetness squelching with each thrust of her fingers. One hand went up to cup her breast and she pulled her shirt down over her bra and then pulled it down. Her nipple was pebbled and she pinched it hard as she orgasmed.
Norah’s face was flushed but she kept rubbing as her hips jerked forward and finally she lowered her hands to the carpet in front of her, her breath ragged. She laughed then and looked up at Kelley, who stood watching her.
“I’d like to suck your cock too, Kelley,” she breathed out. "I'd like to choke on it."
“You disgust me, Norah. Your little show just proved how cheap you really are. Mase? You want to take her for a spin?”
“Not a chance, my brother. I’ve been there, remember, and I’m sure it’s still nothing to write home about,” Mason said.
“I think you’ve wasted enough of our time. Get out of my house and don’t ever come back,” Kelley said.
Connor stood up from his seat, adjusted the cuffs of his jacket and pulled out a glove. He put it on his hand and then held the gloved hand to help Norah to her feet. She curled her lip up at him and he huffed out a laugh.
“Rather safe than sorry, I don’t know where you’ve been.”
Lee laughed first, followed by Mason clutching his sides and finally Kelley laughed as well and Norah stalked out of the study. Connor followed her out and Kelley moved to sit down behind his desk again.
“I can’t believe that just happened,” Mason said.
“Believe it,” Lee said and leaned his hands on Kelley’s desk. “I never took you for a bastard, Kelley. What you did just now, that was cold, cruel even, but damn, I’ll never forget the look of indignation on her face.”
“What I did just now was to put her in her place. She thinks because we dated she has one over me. I just showed her she doesn’t and never will. If that makes me a bastard, that’s fine,” Kelley said and opened his laptop.
"I know, but damn, Kelley, that was brutal," Mason said.
“Right, before we got sidetracked, I actually came here to tell you that I got a copy of Charles’s will,” Lee said.
“Well?”
Lee stretched his arms and Kelley stood up from his seat and stalked over to Lee. “Fine! Shit, you’re an asshole today. Is it because you’re not getting laid?”
“Lee.”
“The bastard hasn’t changed his will in the last ten years. He left everything to Marley,” Lee said.
“What?” Kelley looked at him, disbelief in his eyes.
“Marley.”
Mason laughed then. “That’s just great. That’s awesome!”
“The Elites are done. The moment they speak to his lawyer, they’re done,” Kelley said and sat down as relief flooded through him.
“The bastards aren’t exactly poor,” Mason said.
“They don’t have nearly the capital that Charles had, even with their own money, their operations have taken a serious nosedive,” Lee said.
“Find out who owns the locations of their playhouses,” Kelley said and Lee nodded his head.
“On another entirely different subject,” Lee said and looked pointedly at Kelley. “Can you ask Gustave to make a house call?”
“You’re going to propose?” Mason asked him.
Lee smiled, one of those rare genuine smiles that fully reached his eyes. “It’s time. I’m not fucking this up again.”
“Have you spoken to David?”
Lee’s face changed in an instant from happy to troubled. “Not yet.”
“We have to make arrangements, Lee, get security in order for them to return for the funeral.”
“I know.” Lee sighed and dragged a hand over his hair.
Kelley wasn’t looking forward to the next few weeks. Tensions would run high and emotions would wreak havoc and Blain’s murder might just cause a big enough rift between Lee, David and Cecile. He couldn’t blame them, of course, Blain was their son and he’d been killed because of his decisions. He couldn't tell David and Cecile that the man responsible for Blain's murder had been dealt with, it would put a target on his back, one he couldn't afford to have right now.
Blain had been the more responsible twin, level headed and careful. He'd also loved Marella like a sister, Blaire had too, but Blain's relationship with her had been different. Kelley blamed himself. He should've made Blain go to the island, no matter how angry Marella would have been, he should've forced them.
“Get it done, Lee. The sooner we bury Blain the sooner we can take these assholes down,” Kelley said. He felt despondent and he hated the feeling.
