Chances (Mystic Nights #1)(23)

Aliya moaned her pleasure, and her eyes peeped open once more. He saw her desire and that was all it took to convince him he could stay just a little bit longer. “I guess I can be late,” he murmured around her breast as he felt her arms pulling him back to her.

“I’m glad,” she panted reaching for the last condom on her bedside table.

He was lost. “Fuck it.” He stammered and climbed on top of her as she pulled the condom out of the foil package and slid it down his hard as granite cock. He didn’t think he could ever get enough of Aliya Chance.





Chapter 10




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It was a long day, but Jonathan got a lot accomplished despite his long night. He was bone tired, but still wanted to see Aliya later. Time was running out on their accounting crisis, and the books were still a mess and scattered all over his office. He had the files all sent to his computer, but there was something about the print outs that helped him to sort it out. He had already caught a few simple discrepancies on his own, but nowhere near the millions that were missing. The mistakes he caught were childish in nature. Orders had been placed for goods or services, and decimals put in the wrong spot. Three times he found it, 234.00 was inadvertently recorded as an expense of 23,400. That had been the biggest error he’d found so far. The kitchen’s order of fresh garlic. He shook his head at the foolish error.

His mother would still be gone for another week. February was passing them by, and the audit was next week. He had to figure it out. Where was the money going? He was sitting on the small sofa in his office examining the alcohol orders when his brother came in to say good night.

“Still at it?” Joseph was just as tall as he. He stood in the doorframe filling it. He was larger, worked out more than Jonathan had the time for. His suit masked his tattoos. Most of them, anyhow. He too looked the professional in every sense of the word while at work.

He nodded. “We have to figure out where the money is going. Millions are missing.”

Joseph walked further into the room. He sat beside his brother who looked exhausted, had dark circles under his eyes, and picked up another stack of print outs.

Just then both Dawn and Eve, his sisters, came in. Dawn was a good six inches taller than her younger sister by one minute. They were not identical, but each beautiful in their own way.

Dawn had long brown hair, like Tawny’s, while Eve’s was darker, almost black, like his and Joseph’s. She was curvier too than her leaner sister. She must take after their father’s side of the family they had assumed as children. She looked like none of the women on his mother’s side. But Dawn was almost his mother’s mirror image.

The girls were laughing as they walked in, but stopped dead in their tracks when they found their two brothers hunched over a massive mound of papers. They were there to invite them to dinner. It had been awhile since they had spent any time together, though when their mother was around that rarely happened. Both of the girls still lived at home with their mother and they saw each other every day at the hotel, but it wasn’t the same as having a family gathering which was mandatory at least twice a week with Tawny.

Joseph explained what they were looking at and Jonathan shook his head at having dinner. He still hoped to see Aliya, but kept it to himself. Announcing that would have delayed him even longer and his sisters would have demanded all of the details. It was enough they had already commented that rumors were spreading about him and a certain dancer just two days ago.

“Can I help?” Dawn asked perching behind Joseph and looking over his shoulder.

Jonathan sighed and sat back, stretching the muscles that had stiffened from his long position on the sofa. “No, I was about to pack up anyway for the night.” Jonathan ran his hand through his closely cropped dark hair. He was exhausted. And his eyes were starting to blur from looking at all those numbers.

She shrugged her shoulders nonchalantly. “An extra set of eyes can’t hurt.”

Jonathan laughed. “No, but thanks, Eve. Focus on finishing school this semester. I’ll figure it out.”

Eve rolled her eyes at her brother behind his back. She was used to his dismissing her help. They had always babied her, even though she was just one minute younger than Dawn. Dawn patted her on the back as she crossed around behind them and perched herself on the other arm of the sofa on Jonathan’s other side.

“Then have dinner with us,” Dawn interjected brightly.

“I can’t. I, um, already have a dinner engagement.”

Dawn sighed. Her brother worked way too hard. Especially when their mother was away.

“You’re no fun. You need to live a little too.” She pouted, worrying her bottom lip. It was a habit of hers.

“Having dinner with my sisters does not constitute the type of fun you are implying.” He got up and stretched his cramped limbs. He hadn’t realized he’d been sitting there so long in the same position. He began to pace the room to get the feeling back into his legs. He thought about mentioning Aliya, but if he did the girls would grill him and he would never get out of there.

“Yes, well, I’m sure we are better company than some stuffy board member or council person,” Dawn pronounced.

He was about to let her assume that until Eve interjected. “Peter is kind of cute.”

Jonathan snapped and Joseph jumped out of his seat.