The CEO (27 page)
Authors: Niquel
Seven hours later, we arrived on the white sandy beaches of Saint Thomas. The water was crystal clear, the high was ninety degrees, and, unlike Massachusetts, the air smelled fresh. We hailed a cab and drove a short ways to our hotel.
Our driver grabbed our bags and an assistant from the hotel came out to greet us and grab the rest of our belongings. We were escorted through huge white doors into a colossal lobby with a metal chandelier and a tan colored marble floor. I could feel the cool breeze blowing through the side entrance from the pool as we walked by. We approached a huge stained wooden desk and gave the
attendant our information. Then two different assistants escorted us to our room on the second floor.
The assistants left our luggage by the side of the massive king size bed and told us to enjoy our stay. Ryan and I were close behind and I was astonished at the sight, barely able to take it all in at once. The instant urge to explore struck me.
The bathroom was behind us and it was the cleanest bathroom I’d ever laid my eyes on. A his and hers double sink was mounted on top of a granite counter top and dark cherry cabinets. The shower had a glass door with brand new beige tile and was big enough for two people inside. A separate whirlpool bath tub was right beside it with water jets attached. The same tan marble that was in the lobby also decorated our hotel room floor.
The bed was neatly made and draped in white linen with a green throw blanket and pillow sitting on top of it. A double door was on the opposite side of the bed and I quickly ran over to open it. I discovered a vast balcony with two lounge chairs and a glass table in between them. We had the perfect view of the crystal clear water, sand, and coconut trees. I felt like I was in heaven.
Ryan plopped down on the bed, disturbing my mood by complaining that he was tired, but I wanted to look around. I grabbed my keycard and my purse and went downstairs to find a bar.
The bartender gave me a piña colada in a medium sized coconut with a cute pink umbrella and a glass of wine. They were both on the house because he thought I was the most gorgeous thing he’d ever seen. I inhaled the colada before I went outside and took the glass of wine with me to explore.
I carried my wine around as I checked out the pool, dance club, and a few restaurants to potentially have dinner at that night. Everyone was so laid back and friendly, much different from my life back at home. It seemed like a true paradise.
I found a cozy spot outside on a nice red lounge chair and placed my drink on the table. I kicked my feet back and reminisced about the insane life I had. I raised my glass in the air and said a quick cheers aloud. “Cheers to you, asshole, for thinking you were clever enough to take this company from me. This is my empire, and no one in this life or death will fucking change that.”
I relaxed my head back after taking a sip and felt my phone vibrate in my purse with a text from Lucky.
Lucky: Hey are you busy?
Me: Yes I just started my vacation.
Lucky: Well, we need to talk NOW!
Me: Call.
“Sheila, I did some more snooping around and found some startling information. John and Keith had a third brother, a half brother to be exact. He didn’t move here until a few months ago though.”
“Okay, so?” I huffed. “He told me he had two brothers and a sister.”
“Well, apparently he is also a part of their con jobs. He’s usually the first one to infiltrate. Since he appears younger, he applies to businesses as an
intern
.”
“Lucky, stop fucking with me! What did you find?”
“His name is Ryan, Sheila. Ryan Smith…”
I dropped my cell phone on the table for a moment when Lucky revealed the name to me. A cold chill traveled down my spine and I was speechless, unable to process the horrible truth that I was now faced with. I placed the phone back up by my ear and managed to muster, “I, um, are you sure?”
“Sheila, I’ll text you a picture of the three of them together.”
I checked the message and it was in fact Ryan. He looked different; his hair was a lot lighter, but otherwise he looked the same.
“Ryan is here with me on vacation. Do you think he knows? He’s been acting weird since we left the state.”
“He might. I’ll be on the next flight out, be careful.”
I gulped my wine and ran back upstairs to my room to see if Ryan was still there. He wasn’t on the bed but his stuff remained. The bathroom door was closed and I heard the sound of the shower going.
Shit, what do I do? What if he knows I had a hand in his brother’s death?
I sat down on the bed and heard the door open. “Hey, I didn’t hear you come in. Are you all right? You look spooked, like you’ve just seen a ghost or something.”
“I’m all right, are you okay? You seemed kind of down earlier.”
“Yeah, just have a lot going on right now. Family matters, but don’t let it dampen your mood. I hope you found us a place to eat on your journey.”
“I did. I think I’ll go freshen up so we can go and grab a bite to eat.”
I took my bag in the bathroom with me and ran the fan, hoping the foggy mirror would clear up. I didn’t have that weird feeling in the pit of my stomach, but I still felt uneasy about being in the same room as him.
Ryan and I had dinner at a surprisingly quiet bistro. As I ate my chicken parmesan, I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. Lucky texted me and told me his flight was delayed, but he’d be here as soon as he could. When he did arrive, he promised not to interfere unless he had to, but he’d watch from the shadows and keep a close eye out for me.
“Sheila, I’m stuffed. Maybe we can take a bottle of wine back up to our room and spend the rest of the night there,” Ryan said.
“Sounds good.” I managed to slip one of the steak knives in my purse when he briefly left for the bathroom, just as a safety precaution. We couldn’t take weapons on the plane and I didn’t want to be defenseless in the event things went haywire in our hotel room.
Ryan grabbed my hand and led me back to our hotel room. I could feel the alcohol I’d inhaled consume my body, making me feel drunker than usual, and horny.
Once inside, Ryan pushed me against the wall and traced his warm lips on the side of my neck. He pinned my arms back at my sides and continued his assault on my neck, then over my shoulder.
My phone violently buzzed inside my purse snapping me out of the sexual trance I was in. “I need to check that.”
“Go for it, I’m going to hit the little boy’s room.”
I grabbed my purse off the floor and looked at my screen.
Lucky: Sheila, he knows! I hacked his email and found this.
FWD: KILL HER.
RYAN,
SHE HAD HIM KILLED. OUR BROTHER TEXTED ME THE NIGHT SHE WAS THERE AND FELT SOMETHING WASN’T RIGHT AND THEN I FOUND HIM DEAD. I KNOW THAT WASN’T A COINCIDENCE. I KNOW YOU’RE GOING ON VACATION WITH THAT BITCH, BUT I NEED A LITTLE MORE TIME TO DRAIN HER COMPANY’S BANK ACCOUNT. ONCE I GIVE YOU THE SIGNAL, KILL HER. I DON’T CARE HOW CLOSE YOU PRETENDED TO BE WITH THAT SELFISH BITCH, BUT SHE DESERVES TO PAY FOR WHAT SHE DID TO OUR BROTHER.
-KEITH
Me: What do I do?
Lucky: Just act natural, if he snaps I’ll be right next door. Make sure you’re armed just in case though.
Me: Will do.
I placed my phone on the nightstand and sat on the edge of the bed, carefully sliding the steak knife out of my purse and placing it under his pillow for safe keeping. I pulled my shirt down off my shoulder to let him know that I still wanted to have sex with him.
I heard the door creak and the sound of his voice traveling from the short hall startled me. He walked over to me, now in the nude, and gently pushed me back on the bed. He grabbed the material of my shirt completely off my shoulders, sliding it off my body and onto the floor. “Sheila, I miss this. I miss what we had before things got so crazy.”
“What do you mean by that?” I questioned.
“You just got so wrapped up in everyone else around you, it seemed like you forgot about the only one who has been there for you these past couple of months—me.”
“Ry—” He silenced me with a passionate kiss, igniting a deep fire within me that missed his familiar touch.
He ran his cool hands over my lace bra, feeling my warm breasts underneath. I lifted my torso off the bed so he could unhook it, freeing them. He ran his tongue over my breast bone then gently twisted the dark bud in between his fingers before pulling it into his mouth.
A soft moan escaped my lips as he tortured me with his tongue and fingers on both breasts simultaneously. His warm mouth traveled down my navel and over my mound. My body was wet and ready for him to take what he wanted. He ran his fingers over my capris, removing them, then felt the lace, rubbing the top of my clit. Yanking the fabric from my hips, he spread my legs wide, inhaling my scent.
He flicked his tongue over my clit and dipped a finger inside of me, rubbing the most sensitive part of me. He spread my folds then buried his face in them, licking and sucking on me until my body trembled with pleasure. “Sheila, let me do this for you, just this once.”
I didn’t understand what he meant until he grabbed the base of his raw cock, pumped it, and slid it inside of me. My pussy gripped him tightly as he forced his way inside of my slick opening. He gazed at me with his deep blue eyes, making me experience a different kind of pleasure in the art of making love.
He raised my arms above my head, keeping himself balanced as his strokes picked up the pace, until the room was filled with the sound of our wetness slapping around and the smell of our essence. I could feel my core tighten, wanting to release, but I held back, trying to fight the urge. “Sheila, you never held back before, don’t start now.”
The cool husk of his voice was enough to send me over the edge as my body succumbed to the pleasure. He slammed into me harder, rubbing against my sensitive clit and causing my body to spasm and come again. His body tensed as he rammed into me once more before his warmth filled my insides.
His body was still intertwined with mine as he said the unspeakable. “I’m sorry it has to end this way, Sheila. I really didn’t want to hurt you, but I had to feel you one last time.” He grabbed my pillow and stuffed it over my face, trying to squeeze all of the air out of me. I frantically kicked and in a last ditch effort, I slid my hand underneath his pillow and pulled out the knife I’d hid. I stabbed him in the chest and twisted it, feeling his arms release me from my suffocation chamber. I pushed him onto the floor and watched his color fade as he reached for the metal piercing his heart.
I kneeled down on the floor in front of him, rotating the knife once more to make sure he would bleed out. “Nothing personal Ryan, but you should know by now that you do not
cross
the boss!”
Niquel is the author of The Forbidden Series, The Teacher’s Pet Series, and her newest project, The CEO will be out this spr
ing. Boston born and raised, she’s attended two colleges for 3D Animation and Graphic Design. She’s been independently published for over a year now and has no intention on slowing down anytime soon. When she’s not busy entertaining her two daughters and supportive significant other, you can find her sipping her double cup of coffee, writing, or chatting with friends online.
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Other Works by Niquel:
A Forbidden Love
An Endless Love
The Teacher’s Pet (A full novella coming soon)
