Wicked Liar (Dark Syndicate 3)

Chapter Twenty-Three

Dominic

I get Candace to my apartment, thankful she doesn’t try to argue.She doesn’t say anything at all.That alone should tell me everything.

She’s in one of her moods. That means I’m not going to get anything out of her tonight.I expected her to at least ask the question of why I wasn’t taken her back to her apartment, but she remained silent the entire time.

I get out of the car first and help her out, cursing myself when I look at her slender legs on show, and her ass in those lace panties.I should have made her put on the dress.Would she have listened? Probably because right now she’s following orders.Not mine. Massimo’s.

I’m almost jealous, but I’ll have my say very soon and she’ll have to listen to me whether she likes it or not.I don’t think she quite realizes yet that that fifteen million I just paid down says I actually own her fine ass.So she can sulk all she wants.

I want to find out what’s going on here, but I won’t be mistaken for a good man and simply let her off the hook.I plan to work this little debacle of ours to my full advantage.

Massimo and Tristan should be five or ten minutes behind us.I want to get her inside and question her before they get here and start questioning me.I know they weren’t expecting me to throw down so much money.

I wasn’t expecting to do shit like that either, but I’d do it all the fuck again to see the look on that motherfucking bastard’s stupid face.Jacques Belmont didn't know what the fuck hit him when he looked at me.That dumb fuck really thought I was going to allow him to outbid me.And on my family’s damn yacht too.He has balls though. I have to give him some credit.The asshole looked like he would go all night but the secret threat of not getting initiated in the Syndicate is what cut him down.

If I didn’t know Massimo’s plans for him I would have allowed him to take than next bid then kill his ass.

As for Massimo and Tristan’s presence.I brought them along because I knew Candace would have fought me off.I also did that as a sign of clearing the air and having no secret shit between us.I went to the auction to win, so it was better they came and see what was happening rather than hear it and go crazy on my ass.

Candace keeps her head straight as I walk her into the elevator and leans against the wall as we go up.

Her cheeks flush when I glue my eyes to her body and she pulls my jacket around her tighter, covering her breasts.As if that’s the only part of her body I want to admire.

Purposely, I drop my gaze to her ass.Perfect as it is, I’m not thinking about her ass.I’m thinking of her pussy. She was tight the other night.Virginal tight.

She flashes me a look that verges on to a cold, hard stare as if that’s supposed to make me stop looking at her.

It won’t. Here’s where I’ll the reminder of who I am, what I am, and what I want.

I keep looking until the elevator stops and the doors ding open right into my living room.

I give her credit for the balls she’s exhibiting right now in this stare-off.

“Go inside, Candace,” I tell her.

Biting down on her teeth, she turns and follows my orders.Good. It’s a start.

“We're going upstairs,” I instruct her.

We go upstairs and as she walks through the opened doors of my bedroom, I can see she’s trying her best not to look impressed but failing.

The room is large and spacious with a king-sized wooden bed placed in the center and polished floorboards.A wall of shelves house all my books I've collected over the years, right from elementary school to M.I.T. Then there's the archway that leads on to the balcony.

She's been to my apartment before, but never in my bedroom.I used to wonder what she'd look like tangled in my sheets with her naked body in my bed.I'll find out soon enough.

I walk over to my chest of drawers and dig around until I find one of my old college t-shirts.

“Put this on.” I hand it to her and she takes it.

I almost laugh when she turns her back to me and takes off my jacket.The dress she drops to the ground and I wonder what the hell possessed her to do this shit tonight.

I got to the auction when it started.I was standing in the back right in the shadows watching it all play out.I never act too quickly. It’s so I can assess people and see what their motives are.

Since Candace looked desperate, and stripped, I'm assuming this has to do with money.That's why most women enter that type of auction.I'm just mad as fuck that she thought she had to do that.

She pulls on my t-shirt and it swallows her up, stopping just above her knees.When she climbs out of the six-inch heels she becomes herself again, and I have to look down at the little woman before me.