Page 93 of Pervade Montego Bay

I felt a nervous fluttering in the pit of my stomach.

“Are you going to introduce us?” asked Trevor.

Louis shook his head.

Trevor smirked. “How about we clear the air?”

Louis looked annoyed. “Go interview someone else. I’m not interested.”

“Okay, but I do have a question for you,” said Trevor.

“I have guests arriving. I need to greet them.”

Trevor looked smug. “How are you paying for all this with no bank account?”

“Excuse me?”

“Your account at the National Commercial Bank was shut down fifteen years ago,” Trevor added.

“I moved it,” snapped Louis.

“There’s no record of you having an account in any bank in the Caribbean. Your funds must be coming in via an off-shore account.”

Louis glared at him.

The snide man didn’t let up. “Just doing my job.”

“Actually, Trevor, I’m really rather boring.”

“There’s a story here, Louis.” He glanced at the mansion and its lavish setting.

“Will you excuse me, please?” Louis gave me a warning glance and hurried toward the house.

Trevor turned his attention on me. “Didn’t catch your name?”

“Excuse me.” Scurrying after Louis, I resisted the urge to look back.

Having a journalist trying to learn more about me would piss off James, since all paths led back to him. I’d have to tell him about this man, but right now James seemed to be avoiding me.

Seeing Louis distressed caused my stomach to churn. I wondered why Trevor was so interested in him. Maybe in the safety of his home, Louis would feel comfortable enough to share the truth with me.

I entered the house and a guard gave me a nod, letting me proceed into the cordoned off area that guests weren’t allowed to access. Looking around, I tried to locate James or Xavier.

My thoughts carried me back to the previous night when I’d bound James and Xavier’s wrists with neckties. My palms buzzed with the memory of how glorious their cocks had felt in my grip. The chill of the air-conditioning helped cool my heated flesh.

Not wearing panties now seemed like a dumb idea. Just standing near James made my pussy wet, and Xavier’s touch verged on erotic even when he was merely caressing my back with affection. Both these men energized me whenever I was near them. I’d never written music before, but inspiration for a remarkable new composition stirred within my brain.Thisis what they did to me.

Ahead of me, I saw Louis turn the corner.

I hurried to catch him. He disappeared through a doorway and began to descend a spiral stone staircase. I removed my heels so I could walk faster, and followed him down the steps.

Even though I’d only wandered down one hallway, it was fair to say this was the most opulent home I’d ever visited. Even James’ castle in England was modest compared to all this grandeur. White marble and gold embellishments were everywhere.

Nudging another door open, I peered into a vast kitchen that was decked out with modern appliances.

Louis was standing by the sink and he was holding a tumbler filled with a golden liquid, ice clinking in his glass. His hands were shaking.

Tentatively, I entered the room. “Are you okay?”