[ Highest Rank #101 in Mystery/Thriller ]
Time has passed. Things have changed. Isabeth, Benny, and Faith aren't quite the same. They have blood on their hands, a code they honor, and secrets they keep locked away. The Psychopath Maker knows this an...
"Yes." He playfully nodded. "I've been up at Harvard for a long, long time...without my girlfriend."
She caressed the nape of his neck; "We've been in Evening for a week."
"And we've been apart since January." He backed them up until her back was against the counter. "Can you say deficit?"
"Oh." She smirked. "Is that so."
He nodded.
"I love you." She kissed him. "More than you know."
"Oh, I know." His heart fluttered sending a surge to his brain, "I love you, the same."
"So is your deficiency the reason you sent that not with the flowers?" She smirked against his lips. "To Play with you."
"I didn't send you flowers but...I'm down to play." He pulled his head back with lust and adoration swirling in his eyes.
Isabeth jumped back onto the butcher's block countertop, grabbed Alex's t-shirt pulling him to her and wrapped her thighs around his waist. She raked her hands along his arms leaving a burning trail of desire. Alex drunk up the Bottega Veneta Knot drizzled along her neck, as he tasted her silky skin. She moaned as his hands found their resting spot on her creamy thighs, under her shorts.
"Where were you last night?" She breathed nibbling on his earlobe.
He ignored her, pulled her shirt off her shoulder, kissing her collarbone instead.
She pushed his head away. "Where were you, Alex?"
"At Dog Ear's." He answered. It was a job he obtained while attending Harvard since his trust fund only covered college and transportation.
"Last night. You were at Dog Ear's?" She unwrapped her legs from his waist. "You never work nights?"
"A new shipment came." He bit his tongue wishing he could call the answer-back. His game was always off around her. His lies were never like honey around her.
"A new shipment." Isabeth jumped off the countertop. "Of books"
"The shipment came in late. I didn't want to waste my weekend stocking books so I stayed late." He punched his fist in his hand. "Why all the questions?"
"Why are you acting questionable?" She walked to the oven and peeked in to see how the wings were progressing. The golden crust sizzled.
He looked over at the TV buttoning his jeans. The Colón Coyotes were led by two. "I didn't do anything wrong." He tucked his hands in his back pockets, matter-of-factly.
"I know." She disappeared in the butler's pantry. "You were working late last night and Faith was bathing herself in baby oil." She came out of the pantry with a box of breadcrumbs.
Isabeth dropped the box on the countertop seething as she grazed her tongue along her teeth. "We don't lie to each other."
"I know." He responded timidly rubbing his hand around his neck.
Isabeth folded her arms tightly. "Okay." She bit her bottom lip staring out the window in the breakfast nook.
Alex was in trouble. He knew it.
He carefully walked over to her, clenched her shoulders and turned her to him. "I honor the code." He was lying through his teeth but the truth was out of the equation. "I won't bring trouble on your doorstep. Not like I did before. Not ever."
Alex leaned in, cautiously. Her temper chilled from seethed to irritated. He closed his eyes as he kissed her warm cheek. He could feel it. He knew she knew. It was the calm before the storm. Uncertainty planted its seed in her heart. It clouded the structure that housed their love. What he feared most was coming to pass. She doubted him. He bought his time, caressing her flawless face chasing away the worry that fluttered in her mind, sealing it with a gentle kiss to her supple lips.
"Am I interrupting?" Faith shouted in the doorway.
Alex tsked at the sight of Faith. "Why are you all dressed up? It's a luau." He backed up as Isabeth fixed her shirt. "Booty call, later?" He picked up a warm, succulent fried drumstick out of a Tupperware dish.
Faith slammed the door looking casually stunning in a black and pink baseball T-shirt, black leather pants, and camel pumps. She flashed her middle finger as she passed by him.
"Where's your damn phone, Isa?" Faith shouted. " I've been calling you."
Isabeth looked in the living room for her purse. "It's probably on my bed." She nodded to the back.
Alex sat in the houndstooth armchair with a mozzarella ball.
"Why? What's up?" Isabeth collapsed on the loveseat, the adrenaline was gone and her feet were throbbing.
"Lucas is getting out of jail." Faith spat out.
Gavin's awake, what do you think will happen next?
Who do you think sent Isabeth the flowers?
Should Alex and Isa flake or go to Harper's faux luau?
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