Chapter 236: Chapter 236

I leaned back, thinking. Jenkins was sick—sure. But how the hell did the mole know he wouldn’t be in the room? Jenkins didn’t leave his station normally. Maybe the mole chatted with Adam beforehand. Maybe he learned Jenkins wasn’t working. Maybe he planned it around that. Fuck… maybe Jenkins was the suspect?

Definitely worth checking.

I texted Nala that I needed to follow up on something and got up. As I headed to the elevators, I glanced back. She’d just read my message. She looked up, caught my eye, and mouthed: ’Good luck.’

I gave her a nod and stepped inside the elevator, hitting the ground floor.

A few seconds later, the doors slid open. I walked through the lobby and toward the entrance, spotting Adam standing guard—chest puffed up, gun holstered at his side like he was posing for a magazine cover.

“Mr. Marlowe,” he said as I approached. “Sorry, I can’t give you your phone yet if that’s what you’re here for.”

“I have my phone. Nala allowed it,” I said. “I’m here to talk to you about that day.”

His shoulders tensed. “Oh. Alright.”

“Anyone come talk to you? Try to chat about Jenkins? Maybe ask if he was working?”

“A few people,” Adam said, scratching his temple. “But everyone kinda knew Jenkins was sick. He ate a bunch of mussels in the cantina.”

“We sell mussels in the cantina?” I asked, incredulous.

“Yup. Guy’s idea.”

I stared at him a second. “Of course it was…” I muttered. “Okay, look—can you make a list of anyone who asked you about Jenkins? Doesn’t matter if you remember all of them. Just try.”

“Sure,” he nodded. “I don’t have your number, but I can text Ms. Nolin?”

“That works. Thanks.”

He nodded, relieved.

“What about that secret passage to your room?” I asked.

“Closed off,” he said. “Maintenance sealed it. Ropes were cut. And we finally have a camera on the roof. I’ve been asking for one for years.”

“That’s good. Appreciate the help.”

“No problem, Mr. Marlowe. Pleasure.”

I gave his shoulder a quick pat and turned toward the entrance doors. The storm outside had only gotten worse. I could barely see the stairs leading down. Past that? Nothing. Just white wind and noise.

If I still lived in my old shitty place, the kitchen window would’ve snapped in half by now. The whole place would’ve been an igloo.

“Mr. Marlowe,” a soft voice called behind me.

I turned to see Maeve walking over—purple faded hair, lab coat still on, tired eyes but gentle as always.

“Hey,” I said. “What’s up?”

“I wanted to update you about Emilia,” she said. “We can send her home tomorrow. Everything looks good. She’ll need to avoid walking too much because of the toe, but she’ll manage.”

“I doubt she has anywhere to stay,” I muttered. “But good. Thanks, Maeve.”

“Anytime,” she said with a tired smile.

She headed back down the hall, and I exhaled, watching the storm crash against the glass again.

Man… what a mess. And the day, nah scratch that, the week, wasn’t even close to over.

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The storm outside had swallowed the city whole. Snow hammered the floor-to-ceiling windows in furious white sheets, wind howling like it wanted to tear the building apart. Inside, the bedroom was a warm cocoon of low light and the scent of sex.

I had Minne lifted clean off the floor, back pressed to the freezing glass, her perfect naked body pinned between the icy pane and my chest. Her slim legs were locked tight around my waist, ankles crossed at the small of my back like a living belt, pulling me deeper with every thrust. My hands gripped under her thighs, holding her weight easily while I fucked her slow and deep, dragging every inch out, then slamming back in until her breath fogged the glass behind her head.

Her small tits bounced against my chest with every stroke, nipples hard as diamonds from the cold glass at her back and the heat of my body at her front. I kissed her hard, messy, swallowing every broken moan, tasting snow-cold air and her sweetness.

“You feel that storm, baby?” I growled against her mouth. “That’s how hard I’m gonna ruin this perfect little pussy every night from now on.”

Minne whimpered, nodding frantically, pussy fluttering around me. “Yes, Master… please… harder…”

The door clicked open.

Nala stepped in, arms folded, eyebrow arched in perfect amusement. She took in the sight (Minneedy maid pinned to the window, legs wrapped around me like she’d die if I stopped) and smirked.

“There you are,” she said, voice warm and teasing. “Delilah’s here waiting for dinner. Just thought you should know.”

I didn’t stop, just broke the kiss long enough to answer, hips still rolling deep. “Delilah? Damn… be right there.”

Nala’s smirk widened. She blew Minne a playful kiss, mouthed good girl, and slipped out again, closing the door with a soft click.

I drove in once more, all the way to the hilt, then eased out and lowered Minne gently until her feet touched the floor. Her legs were shaking so badly she had to lean on me. I turned her around, pressed her palms high on the glass, and nudged her feet wide.

“Hands up. Arch that pretty back. Show me what’s mine.”

She obeyed instantly, spine dipping into a perfect, obscene curve, ass pushed out, cheek pressed to the cold pane, tits lifted away from the glass so they bounced freely with every breath.

I lined up and slid home in one smooth, brutal stroke. The new angle was devastating; she cried out, fingers squeaking on the glass, back bowing deeper.

“Look at you,” I rasped, gripping her hips hard enough to leave fingerprints, pounding hard enough to make the massive window shudder in its frame. “Taking Master’s cock while the whole city disappears. You love being fucked like this, don’t you, baby?”

“Y-yes… love it… love you—” she babbled, voice cracking with every thrust, tits bouncing wildly now, nipples brushing my forearms whenever I pulled her back onto me.

I reached around, two fingers finding her swollen clit, rubbing fast, merciless circles. Less than two minutes and she shattered again. A high, desperate scream tore from her throat as her pussy clamped down like a vice, gushing over my cock, thighs trembling so violently I had to wrap an arm around her waist to keep her upright.

“Good girl,” I praised, voice thick, not slowing for a second. “Now I’m gonna paint that gorgeous back.”

The pressure built fast, white-hot. One final, punishing thrust, then I pulled out at the last possible second and jerked myself hard.

Thick ropes shot across her back in heavy stripes, from the nape of her neck down to the cute little dimples above her ass. One spurt caught high, splattering into her damp hair and clinging there in glossy white strands. Another landed between her shoulder blades and slowly slid down the curve of her spine. Pulse after pulse until her skin glistened under the bedroom lights, marked and claimed.

I panted, wiped sweat from my brow with the back of my hand, and gave her ass a sharp slap. The sound cracked through the room; she squeaked, then melted, smiling dreamily over her shoulder, eyes hazy and blissed-out.

“Thank you, Master…”

I leaned in, kissed the corner of her mouth, tasting salt and satisfaction. “I want you tonight,” I murmured against her lips. “That tight little ass is finally mine. Hope you’re ready.”

Minne shivered from head to toe, nodding eagerly. “Anything for you, Master.”

I gave her one last slow stroke down her cum-streaked spine, then pulled my clothes together.

Time to go and greet Delilah.

When I stepped into the living room, the heat from the AC washed over me first—then the noise. Delilah was planted dead-center on the big L-shaped couch, legs crossed like she’d claimed the whole place. Nala sat on her right, Jasmine on her left, both angled in as if they were keeping her company and interrogating her at the same time. Across the room, Tessa and Kim were setting plates on the long dining table, arguing quietly about fork placement for some reason.

“Hey,” I said as I walked in. “You came here in this storm?”

Delilah adjusted her scarf and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “I was close by. Went shopping with some friends this morning. But then the storm hit… this place was closer than my home, as you already know. Sorry I came in here unnoticed.”

“You did good,” I said. “Storm’s only getting worse. You can wait it out here.”

Kim groaned without looking up. “If only we had a maid who’d set the plates for us.”

“Sorry,” I said under my breath.

Delilah raised a brow. “Oh right… your maid. Where is she?”

“In the bathroom,” I lied immediately.

Nala didn’t even glance up. “That’s a lie. He just had sex with her.”

I stared at her. She shrugged like she didn’t just drop a bomb.

Delilah’s expression darkened, concern twisting into suspicion. “Evan—you’re not forcing her, right? Just because she’s your maid, you can’t—”

“He’s not,” Nala answered again before I could even inhale. “Trust me. If he was, we’d all be taking turns kicking his ass.”

Delilah eased back, though she still gave me a look sharp enough to slice through drywall. “Still… hearing that kind of talk is… strange.”

Jasmine leaned closer to her, eyes drifting to Delilah’s stomach. “Your belly still looks normal. When does it start growing?”

“Never, hopefully,” Delilah muttered as Jasmine rested a gentle hand on her abdomen. “I don’t want Ivy noticing I’m pregnant. I just wish… you know.”

“Abortion?” I asked quietly. “But…”

“No, no, no.” Delilah shook her head fast, then softened. “I… want to have the baby.”

“Phew.” I let out a long breath.

“I just don’t know what to do when Ivy finds out,” she said. “She’s your best friend, Evan. And she’s going to have a brother… from you.”

“Brother?” Tessa said as she set down another plate. “You know the gender already?”

“I feel it’s going to be a boy,” Delilah said, touching her belly lightly.

“Watch it,” Tessa said. “You might plop out quintuplets.”

“Plop out?” I blinked. “Quintuplets? Tessa, I swear, you’re going to jinx this. You unhinged woman.”

“Shut up,” she said, flicking my arm, “and help us get the salad.”

“Riight…”

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