CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Nyx's POV.
He leads us into his bedroom, and the moment we get in, he slips his hands out his suit.
"I like it when I'm sucked off before we get into it," he mumbles, fiddling with his belt.
I cross my arms, moving closer to him with clenched jaws, "I like to get drunk before offering blowjobs, I'm better when I'm inebriated," I say softly, winking at him.
Hearing that, he quickly pads over to the table a few meters from the bedroom, pouring some wine for me.
I lay on the bed, watching his round body move swiftly towards me with a glass.
"Here you go," he hands me a glass, gulping down his own glass before I take mine.
Stupid Drunk.
I take a small sip, lifting my gown a little higher to expose my thighs.
He gasps and his bulge swells even more, "Fuck baby, come to me." He says, sounding like a hungry man.
I take another sip of my glass, rounding his body and stopping behind him, "Drink some wine with me first. I promise, you'll have a good time."
He bobs his head, and I quickly slip out the powder Timothy gave me. I pour it into the glass, kissing Lucky's earlobe as I feed him the wine.
He drinks it all in one go and spins around, cupping my ass, his big eyes glistening with lust.
Wrapping my arms around him, I slowly lead him to the bed, pushing him onto it and he lands there, grinning and with his cock standing at attention.
"I'm–I'm ready! Suck…me, CROAK," he belches loudly, rubbing on his belly.
I kneel around him, caressing his thighs after noticing he wants to stand up from the bed. He sighs, leaning back.
"Shit, Sexy, I don't feel good. I'm…" He groans in pain as he tries to stand up from the bed but I keep him pinned.
"You're overthinking it, stay still so I can take you in my mouth," I mutter, and he groans in response, "I can't see nothing. Why…what the fuck? Ahh," He whines, tossing and turning on the bed.
The pills are starting to take effect.
It'll make him feel worn out like we actually had sex, and would completely wipe his memory.
Seeing that, I rose up, reaching for the suit he dropped on the floor, aiming for his pocket.
My hands scramble through his pockets, finally finding his device.
Thankfully, the screen is still on so I just go through his phone. I know about the trafficking he's doing but what I didn't know was the location he referred to as "East".
With a few scrolls through his chats, I found the location.
I quickly brought out my phone, sending a text to Timothy.
Me: Switzerland, a hundred thousand and twenty five dollars to get the hostages there. And it's in two days time.
Timothy replies within seconds.
Tee: That was fast. I'll send you details for the next person in two days. If you're still there, leave as fast as you can because his guards are over cautious.
Panic surges through me.
Me: You didn't think to tell me this before? Are you trying to get me killed?
Timothy views the message but doesn't respond.
That makes my blood boil.
But I need to get out of here.
As I put his phone back in his suit, I heard a knock from outside. My heart jumps to my throat and starts pounding heavily.
Shit.
It better not be one of his bouncers coming to check.
"Ahhh, fuck, baby," I moan loudly, but whoever it is out there doesn't knocking.
"Fuck this," I mutter under my breath.
My gaze alternates between an already unconscious Lucky and the door. I spring up, searching for where to hide because there's no way I'm getting to that door.
I quickly put my phone back in my purse, pulling the duvet over Lucky's body.
"Boss, are you okay?" The bouncer asks, knocking even harder.
"Shit, you're really the driller, mhmm," I moan, while my legs are sprinting across the room, finally finding a window behind the thick black curtains.
"Why isn't the boss responding?" The bouncer asks.
"Because he just came, can you let him sleep?" I growl, turning my head to the window to measure the risk of jumping down with heels.
The only way I'd survive that is if I plan to use a wheelchair later.
So I quickly lower my body, my sweaty hands pulling on the straps.
"BAM BAM BAM BAM BAM!"
The knocks come again.
"If you don't open this door lady, I'm going to break it down," The bouncer threatens.
Now pressing my heels against my chest, I cross a leg over the windowsill, finding a solid spot for my legs.
"BAM BAM BAM!"
The knocks come in again, and that sends shivers down my spine.
My veins thrum with anxiety as I cross another leg over the windowsill, preparing for the jump.
And that's when the door flies open.