Man of the House: A Dark Bad Boy Romance(28)

Emily f*cked like nobody else I’d ever been with. Her body was incredible, lean and thick where it mattered, and she wasn’t shy about working it. Her * was tight and gripped my cock like it would never let it go. It was hard not to float on a cloud of joy, at least a little bit.

Of course, there was the voice in the back of my mind that kept warning of danger ahead. It was obvious that sleeping with Emily was a really, really bad idea, and that was the whole reason we hadn’t done it yet. But now that we had, I knew I couldn’t stop and really I had no plans to stop. She could give me exactly what I needed, and I was going to take as much as I wanted.

As I headed toward the lab, my phone started buzzing suddenly. It was a message from Cox, asking me to meet him in the security room. With a sigh, I headed off, wondering what f*cking shit had gone wrong this time.

Cox was sitting in front of a bank of video screens that showed shots from all over the mansion. He was replaying on particular video over and over, watching some figure enter the screen and then disappear over and over again at varying speeds. I stood in the doorway until he noticed that I was there.

“Thanks for coming, sir,” he said.

“What’s up?” I stepped inside, standing over his shoulder.

“Got this not long ago.” He held up a piece of paper. “Thought you’d want to see it right away, sir.”

I read it once, read it twice, and nearly f*cking threw up.

I had to step back and lean against the wall. I hoped that Cox didn’t notice how much that note was affecting me, since that would be a dead giveaway. I knew that I needed to get my shit together, but I couldn’t believe what I was reading. The timing was too perfect, or maybe it was too f*cked up.

I look down at the piece of paper again and read it slowly to myself.

Back down or die. Which do U rly want: Mom or Daughter?? Back down or die.

Somebody knew. Or at least somebody was making a very, very good guess. I went back mentally over my time with Emily, and was coming up with a blank. Nobody had actually seen us together as far as I was aware, and we had been careful.

Except for at the charity event. There had been that waiter, though he came after we were already finished. There was the possibility of a drone, but I hadn’t heard anything nearby, and besides, if the media had a picture of my stepdaughter going down on me, they would be printing it in every single major newspaper.

No, this was somebody closer. I bet it was somebody in the mansion that saw the way I looked at Emily and was making some lucky f*cking guess. Probably the same person that decapitated the dog robot.

“What are you looking at?” I asked Cox finally, getting my shit together.

“It’s the perp, sir.”

I got closer and watched him play it again. The screen was a shot of the front door, and everything looked normal for a few seconds. Then a person wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood up and a pair of jeans walked into view. He wore a white mask, very plain and creepy, as he taped the note to the front door. Finally, he rang the bell and ran off.

“Who is this?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” he answered. “None of the guys working the perimeter spotted him, which suggests that he’s either an insider or very skilled. We searched the area, but we didn’t find him.”

“When did this note appear?”

“An hour ago.”

I nearly gagged. A f*cking hour ago? “How many people saw it?”

“None,” Cox said. “I answered the door and found the note.”

“Good.” I shoved it into my pocket. “This sort of insinuation can ruin me, especially at this point, even if it isn’t true.”

He nodded but said nothing, watching the video again.

Somebody was coming at me and coming at me hard. Cox said he thought it could be an insider, and I completely agree with that assessment. I was sure that he was going through every single person in the mansion and checking their backgrounds over again, but I doubted that would turn up much of anything. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing.

Cox was good, and he had brought in new men, but how much could we trust the new guys? As far as I knew, they were men that Cox vetted and hired, but people made mistakes. Evelyn was uncomfortable around them, and I didn’t blame her. Just having a bunch of new people in the mansion that I didn’t know annoyed me and put me on edge, even if they were security.

But I couldn’t go on some wild witch-hunt. That wouldn’t do any good, and it would only tip off the media that something was happening. I needed to keep my head down and trust that Cox would catch this guy before something bad happened.

“Update me on what you find. I’ll be in the lab.”

Cox nodded and I quickly left the room.

As I walked, I pulled the note from my pocket and read it again. It was composed of cut out letters from magazines, which is such a classic bad guy note that it almost seemed comical. If it weren’t for the content of the message, I might really laugh at it. Unfortunately, it was too on the nose, too f*cking accurate to be anything but seriously threatening.

I had to back off. I didn’t want to, but Evelyn was right. If anyone got a serious whiff of Emily and me, I’d be destroyed, Evelyn would be embarrassed, and Emily would be a laughingstock. It wasn’t just about me anymore; I had to think about Emily and Evelyn.

I couldn’t be a selfish prick anymore, not if I wanted to deserve a girl like Emily. I had to do better. If that meant resisting her and keeping my head down, well, I was going to have to f*cking try.