Page 33

Chapter 33

Jahmar

A nticipation buzzes through me as I hurricane through the sliding doors of Emeralds.

After a few hours of watching me, the police officers disappeared, and the detective never returned. I called Anders, and he casually told me, ‘Not to worry because he’d handled it.’ I swear my cock twitched at the cockiness in his tone.

I have no idea what handling it involves, but my hands are currently out of cuffs, so I’m on cloud nine.

“Femi, hi. Where’s Anders? Can he take a break?” I practically slam into the front desk.

Femi kisses her teeth. “Yes, mi good tanks.”

My cheeks heat from the slight scolding. She reminds me of my mum.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. Let’s start again.”

She raises a disapproving eyebrow at me, although there’s a hint of a smile coming through.

“How are you, Femi? I must say you look sublime today.” I put on my most polite voice, and she rolls her eyes.

“Mi tink him a lock up di swimmin’ pool, now get outta here.” Femi dismisses me with a wave of her hand and a wide smile.

“Fi be yung, dumb, an’ in love,” she says under her breath.

“Thank you,” I call over my shoulder as I power walk to the pool.

I scan the pool area but can’t find him, so I head to the small changing room.

Anders has his headphones in and is belting some screamo shit. Honestly, it would be terrifying if he wasn’t so damn cute.

Once I’m behind him, I snag one of the AirPods. He releases a high-pitched scream.

“Motherfucker!” Anders swings around to glare at me, making me burst into laughter.

“You’re such a dick.”

“Sorry, what was that? You want to suck my dick?”

He shakes his head in a loving yet exasperated way. “I swear one of these days, you’re gonna give me a heart attack. Being in a relationship with you is like being in the fucking Hunger Games.”

That sounds exciting. I’m not sure if that’s a positive or negative; I've never watched the movie, so I just shrug.

He chucks a towel at me, and I catch it right before it hits me in the face.

“Easy, little lion, I thought we were celebrating my freedom.”

He grabs the towel off me and throws it into the laundry basket. I’m not sure why the people who live here aren’t capable of that, but obviously, they think it’s below them. I always pick up my dirty towels because I’m nice like that.

“We are celebrating. We’re off the hook.”

“How? They just bought you as my alibi?”

“Something like that,” he mumbles with a knowing smirk.

“Oi, spill the beans.” I step into his space, crowding him against the bench.

“It’s best if I don’t.” The twinkle in his eyes is intoxicating. Leaning in closer, I trail my hand down his chest, flutter over his nipple, then over his navel until I’m cupping his junk.

“Tell me, and I’ll give you the best head of your life.”

Without even a moment of hesitation he replies, “You have yourself a deal.”

Anders takes my hand, encouraging me to sit on the bench. He silently scrolls through his phone with a cheeky smirk.

“So, for them to believe your alibi, I had to get a little techy.”

“Ok…” I raise an eyebrow at him; I have no idea where this is going.

“Long story short, I showed the detective some videos of us fucking.”

My jaw drops, and I scoff, “You did what?”

Anders uses two fingers to close my gaping mouth, releasing a hearty chuckle.

“Yep, he had the same expression, too.”

“I still don’t understand. We weren’t together on those nights.”

He grins proudly at me. “That’s right, but I changed the date and time of some other videos to match those instances, and the sucker bought it.”

“What the hell, are you a secret computer whiz?”

“No, of course not.” He nudges me with his shoulder and laces a hand in mine.

“Then how?”

“Well, you’re not the only one who knows how to use the dark web. I hired a guy to alter the footage.”

“Jesus Christ, so not only the detective, but some creep living in his mum’s basement has seen me get railed. Wonderful.”

Anders chuckles at that. “Yeah, sorry. But trust me, I picked the best videos.”

“Ah, well, I guess that makes it alright then.”

“A thank you would be nice.” He playfully glares at me, and I resist the urge to boop his cute nose.

“Thank you, sweetheart for saving my arse, again .”

“You’re welcome.” His expression softens, and the sweetest smile graces his lips. Damn, there’s that dimple.

“I read your note.”

“Ew, hope you burned it after.”

“No chance, it’s going on my wall.”

The apples of his cheeks pinken. I pull him closer by the back of his neck and take him in an indulgent kiss. At first, it’s hungry and animalistic—I wouldn’t expect any less from my little lion. Then it softens into something more meaningful.

We come up for air and gaze longingly at each other. My eyes track his soft features now that he’s not scowling all the time. I could burst with the love I harbour for this complicated man.

“I love you, baby. I’m always going to choose you. You know that, right?” Ander murmurs through hooded eyes. Butterflies rave in my stomach.

“Oh, sweetheart, of course, and you’ll always be my first choice, too.”

His cheeks flame. I love how embarrassed he gets by all this soppy shit. “Anders, I love you.”

“I know you do…now, get on your knees.”

I huff a laugh, quickly moving to my knees like his words have me in a trance. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for this man; evidently, he’d risk it all for me, too.