Dirty Flowers – The Lion and the Mouse Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 148949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 745(@200wpm)___ 596(@250wpm)___ 496(@300wpm)
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His intense gaze seared through me.

My heart hammered in my chest.

Once the staff left, I cleared my throat. “This is a really difficult situation. I need more of your patience this evening.”

“What happened and why does it involve the gardener’s dick?”

Oh shit. K.D. what kind of high-end detective have you become.

Beyond irritated, I let out a long breath. “I. . .umm. . .how the hell did you know it had something to do with the gardener’s penis?”

“You had Dr. Stovall test him for STDs.”

I really need to establish some set of boundaries with David.

“Okay. Here we go.” I inched back. “Last night, I had this odd dream about having anal sex.”

Kaz’s face twisted in confusion. To my surprise, he actually stepped back.

I grabbed my hands and twisted my fingers. “So. . .it was odd because it wasn’t you, and it felt so real and. . .we were in dirt.”

Kaz’s expression didn’t shift, yet I could feet hot power radiating from him. It was so surreal. The whole room heated.

More sweat beaded on my forehead. “At the end of this. . .odd dream, the guy orgasmed—”

“Oh, did he now?”

I trembled. “And then. . .he screamed out Lunita’s name.”

Kaz shot his hand up to his chest.

“Are you okay, baby?” I stepped forward. “How is your heart?”

“Stay there.” He edged back. “You are correct. Space is required for this situation.”

Fuck.

I edged away. “So. . .later I woke up in Emilio’s nursery and fed him.”

“When was this?”

“Really early this morning. It was still dark outside. But anyway. . .” I twisted my fingers some more. “So. . .umm. . .during the feeding, Olga noticed that my feet were coated in dirt.”

A pained expression covered Kaz’s face. He turned toward the table and placed his hands on the top of a chair as if needing help to stand.

“Once Emilio was fed, I put him in the crib and went to look into this further.”

Kaz didn’t turn back my way. “And what did you find out, mysh?”

I swallowed down fear. “Blue had footage of me, well Lunita, going into the garden last night.”

Cold silence served as his only response.

I stepped back some more. “Then. . .I spoke to the gardener and basically confirmed that Lunita and him had been having some sort of love affair?”

Kaz spoke through clenched teeth. “How long?”

“I’m not sure, but the gardener believes he is in love with Lunita.”

A thick heated silence filled the room.

Fuck. What is he thinking? Talk to me, Kaz. Please.

Slowly he moved his hands from the chair and placed them on the table. For another quiet minute, he looked down at the steaming food and then broke the silence. “Why did you not come to me immediately, after the dream and before the whole fucking investigation?”

I trembled. “I’m sorry. I should—”

“That is not an answer, mysh.” Kaz turned my way and raised his voice. “Why?!”

“I-I didn’t come because I figured that if you knew Lunita fucked some guy in the mansion, you would tear the place apart looking for him—”

“You’re damn right I would—”

“And I don’t want that. We have a newborn and a toddler in the house. No more violence can occur in our space.” I pointed at him. “We’re parents. So that means we will leave that gangster shit outside of the house.”

“Is that how this will work?”

My finger trembled. “Yes.”

“Once you knew it was the gardener why didn’t you tell me?”

“You know why.”

“Say it!”

I trembled. “Kaz. . .”

“Just say the fucking words. I want to hear it.”

“I didn’t want you to kill him.”

“Why not?” He leaned his head to the side. Dark rage decorated every inch of his face. “Is there part of you that loves him too?”

“What?” I shook my head. “No. I don’t know that man. I only love you.”

“Then, why save him?”

“I think Lunita loves him, and her feelings must be respected in this situation.”

“Is that what you think?”

“Yes.”

Kaz gripped the edge of the table. “This is what I think.”

With a single swift movement, he flipped the entire table over, sending shockwaves through the room.

“Ah!” I held my hands up.

Wine glasses shattered on the hardwood floor, splintering into a million pieces. Plates and cutlery flew in all directions. Chunks of pelmeni splattered into the borscht, looking like a kaleidoscope of spinning food. Blinis toppled over the roses. Expensive vodka dribbled down the fine art painting and walls.

And the table lay haphazardly on its side with the legs in the air and the fine linen bunched up on the other side of the room.

Jesus Christ.

In seconds, the space went from romantic excellence to angry shambles.

I stood frozen in shock with my hands raised in surrender.

“Do you understand?” Kaz scowled at me. “Or should I elaborate?”

The doors opened.

K.D. and two men rushed in.

Kaz growled. “Get out!”

David stepped into the space between us. “I will not be doing that at this time.”


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