Wicked Masquerade – The Sinful Duet Read Online Kenya Wright

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 75195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 376(@200wpm)___ 301(@250wpm)___ 251(@300wpm)
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Pain burned through my abs and in between my ribs. “Shit.”

I shook my head, trying to shake away thoughts of Nova. I could feel the anger boiling inside me, not at Dom, but at myself for letting my guard down.

Meanwhile, the image of Nova’s face remained.

Dominic watched me. “Are you okay, Tristan?”

I nodded, taking a deep breath to steady myself. “Yeah.”

We resumed our sparring, but it was half-hearted and lackluster.

My thoughts went elsewhere.

What will I do to Nova today?

My mind wandered to the vision of her on the table with her legs spread out.

So warm. So wet.

“Focus, man,” Dominic barked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “You’re letting me land hits. That’s not like you.”

What?

I blinked and tried to push Nova out of my head.

But it was no use.

Dominic sighed, throwing a few more, but no matter how hard I tried, Nova’s beautiful face haunted my focus, distracting me from the task at hand.

My heart pounded, and not just from the physical exertion.

Panting, Dominic laughed and stepped back. “What are you thinking about?”

“You brought her up, so she came to my mind.”

“Remarkable.”

“It’s not remarkable, and my thoughts on her are not about love.”

“Then, what is it?”

“It’s all about my cock wanting to be deep inside of her.”

“Wow, buddy. Maybe, you’re doing too much sharing this morning.” Dominic raised his hands in defeat and laughed. “I think this is the perfect time for a break.”

“I agree.” I headed over to my corner, grabbed my towel, and climbed out of the ring.

Dominic followed.

Abe walked over to us, holding two glasses full of a green liquid. “How was the workout, sir?”

“Excellent.” I took one of the glasses. “I won. Beat him until he screamed like a baby and begged for me to stop.”

“Actually.” Dominic grabbed his glass. “I won due to him pissing his pants and weeping in the corner.”

I laughed.

Dominic drank half, groaned, and then licked some of the green juice off his top lip. “So, are we going to talk about why you have Peiter monitoring her?”

“I didn’t tell Peiter to put cameras in her house. Remember. Some psycho did it already.”

“And you have not been looking at any footage?”

“That’s not the point.”

Dominic gave me a sly look. “It’s just interesting.”

“Put your focus on protecting her, not on my. . .late night viewing.”

“Oh.” Dominic chuckled. “So you spend time watching her late into the night?”

Grumbling, I took a sip of the drink. The bitterness of the kale twirled along the sweet blends of banana and strawberry.

“Don’t worry. Your future wife will be safe. I have several guys on her.”

“Just make sure she can’t see them.”

Dominic widened his eyes. “You didn’t tell her that I have men watching her?”

“Not yet. I need full confirmation that it isn’t all in my head.”

Dominic’s expression turned stern.

“Don’t look at me like that. I’m not sure if the texter of that video is also the person that put the cameras in her apartment.” Tension gathered in my shoulders. “But. . .even more, how do I explain that I know cameras are in her place?”

Dominic nodded. “You can’t say because your hacker friend happened to be invading her privacy and caught someone else doing it.”

“Exactly.” I gazed at the glass. “Therefore, we keep her protected while Peiter gets closer to figuring out who the texter is.”

“And are you compensating our buddy with yummy Little Gourmet meals?”

“Of course.” I took another sip. “In fact, can you take one over. I owe him and he will only open the door for you and me.”

“No problem.” He winked and finished his glass. “I had already planned on going over there this week.”

Spencer stepped onto the roof and walked up to us.

I raised my eyebrows.

Spencer’s expression remained neutral. “Sir, I did not want to interrupt your workout, but—”

“What’s wrong?” I finished Abe’s special potion.

“A Lieutenant Franklin Thornley has been waiting to talk to you.”

Dominic quirked his brows. “A cop?”

Abe nodded his head. “The detective explained that he is working on a case that may be related to your latest art collection.”

That can’t be right.

Shocked, I handed him back the glass. “Did he say how it was related?”

“No, sir.”

Dominic and I exchanged glances. Although we were now rich and successful, cops still made us uncomfortable.

Dominic sighed. “Do you want me to be there with you?”

“No. I have it.” I turned back to Spencer. “Send him to my office.”

Chapter Eighteen

The Art of Mystery

What could this detective want with me?

I entered my office and realized that I had beat the detective to it.

Whatever it is, it will be bullshit.

I finished drying off my sweat with my towel and then slung it on the back of my chair.

Then, I scanned the unfamiliar area. It had a simple walnut desk and black leather chair. There were no bookshelves. I never spent time in this property’s office. It was more of a place to keep my contracts for Paradise City.


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