Page 49 of The Pursuit of Happiness (Satan’s Angels #2)

I nod, suddenly feeling my heart race with worry for him.

I feel so awful about the allegations that John was making about Sly being abusive towards me.

I feel so awful that Sly snapped like that and lost it.

I feel guilty but also appreciative of the fact he was so willing to protect me.

Such a strange combination of emotions. “Right, yes. Where is he? Do you know?”

Selene grabs my arm and walks, leading the way to wherever Sly is. “They put him in his dressing room. I went to check on him after they dragged him off stage and he refused to talk to me or anyone else. He only wants to talk to you.”

My cheeks flame red. “Is he okay?”

“He’s pissed.”

“I can’t blame him,” I frown to myself, walking as fast as I can. I need to get to him now .

Selene turns down another hallway with me in tow.

In a few feet, she stops in front of a large black door.

Sly’s name is printed on a posterboard, stuck to the front.

There are two security guards standing guard outside the door and Selene tells them to move so that I can enter.

She looks up at me, “Get him calmed down and get him home.”

I nod as I turn the knob without hesitation and push inside.

I peek my head in slowly and I glance around the room in search of him to find the room in complete disarray.

It looks like a tornado blew through this room.

The mirrors are broken and shattered all over the ground, there’s destroyed food thrown all over, ruined furniture, torn clothes, all of it is destroyed.

I stop breathing when I catch sight of Sly sitting with his head in his hands, his elbows resting on his knees in a black leather chair.

I enter the room and quietly close the door behind me. I walk closer to him and stay silent, not sure what to say. He isn’t moving. He won’t look up. I stop in front of him, sinking to my knees and grabbing his wrists in my hands, “Hey,” I say quietly.

He doesn’t respond.

“Hey,” I say again, a little louder this time. “It’s okay, Sly.”

He still remains silent, a sharp intake of breath the only sound that escapes him.

I cup his cheeks in my hands and try to lift his face up.

Surprisingly, he lets me and his hands fall as his face is angled forward.

The moment his eyes meet mine, I can feel the pain he’s feeling and it shatters my heart into a million pieces, all too small to fit back together.

He looks like what I imagine Lucifer must’ve looked like when he was cast from Heaven.

I rise from the floor and sit on his lap, my body facing the door, but my face towards his.

I stroke his cheek and he removes his eyes from mine, lowering his deep blues to the floor.

I lean in and kiss his cheek, “It’s okay. ”

He finally reacts, shaking his head, “The entire world must think that I- That I’m-” he hesitates. “Oh my God, they probably think I hurt you.”

I frown as I press my forehead against his, “No, Sly. They know you aren’t capable of that.

Don’t let what John said to get you riled up have any control over you.

I just made him look like the biggest asshole on the planet in front of millions of people.

Selene even agreed that he just signed the death certificate of his career and his show. ”

He doesn’t look convinced, so I continue, “Babe, I promise you, it’s okay. Nobody thinks you hurt me, and even if they did, who gives a shit? We both know, and everyone we care about knows that you don’t.”

Sly takes a long, deep breath and exhales, nodding. “You’re right.”

“I always am,” I smile, hoping to lighten the mood.

He gives me a weak smile, but a smile nonetheless, “I’m sorry for losing control like that and I’m sorry if I embarrassed you.”

I shake my head, “You didn’t embarrass me. I know you reacted that way because you were protecting me. I get it.”

He looks so defeated, “I need to work on my anger. It’s just so hard to keep it contained when people talk about you and say those things.”

“I know. I feel that way too when people talk about you. I just don’t go throwing punches. I prefer to use my sharp wit to end careers.”

He kisses the tip of my nose, “I love you, Aria Kane.”

I smile at him, “I love you too, Slater Nicks.”

He wraps his arms around me and hugs me to his chest. I bury my face in the crook of his neck and take a long inhale, breathing in the intoxicating scent of him. He holds me for minutes, hours, I don’t even know how long. We’re just content being wrapped around each other in silence.

He eventually breaks the silence with, “Can we go home now?”

I nod, pulling my face out of his neck, “Yeah, let’s go home.

I’m dying to put on some pajamas,” I groan as I scramble out of his lap and onto my feet.

He rises from the chair and smooths the wrinkles in his shirt.

“And I’m also dying to give you that thing I owe you,” I lace my voice with pure, undiluted lust.

He catches on immediately, knowing just what I’m talking about.

His eyes light up and I can see the earlier stress has left him.

A wide grin takes over his face, full of lust and so much love.

He grabs my hand and starts dragging me towards the door eagerly, I laugh the entire time. “Let’s go home right fucking now.”

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I LAUGH AS SLY uses my bare foot to open the front door of his house.

I laugh even harder when he uses my foot to close it behind us.

He carries me bridal style into the house and dumps my heels off by the door in a pile on the ground.

He continues walking with me in his arms, up the stairs and to his bedroom.

He insisted on carrying me since my heels hurt my feet so much. I think he could also see the exhaustion on my face and wanted to find a way to compensate even though he didn’t have to.

The ride home from the talk show from Hell was overwhelming.

It was overwhelming because our phones kept ringing with questions from friends and family.

Brody had called to ask what happened and I explained.

She asked if we would be attending the after party and we said no.

She explained that everyone would still be attending even though the show was a mess.

John didn’t want to cancel in fear of further bad press.

I told her to say hi to everyone for us and to have fun before hanging up and turning my phone off.

Once Sly makes it to his bedroom with me in his arms, he gently places me down on the bed and makes quick work of removing my dress from my body.

I let him and once I’m completely naked, I make my move.

I rise from the bed and push him down so that he lands on the edge, still fully dressed.

I lean in and kiss him as my hands explore his body, the solid lines and muscle beneath the shirt.

I unbutton his shirt and remove it from his shoulders before I break the kiss by sinking to my knees in front of him. He watches with a breathless expression on his face. I rub the outline of his hard length through his pants with my hand before I slowly unbuckle his belt and loosen his pants.

I sink my hand inside his boxers in search of his length.

When my hand wraps around it, I remove it from his boxers and expose it to me.

My mouth salivates as my eyes land on his perfect length, how hard he is for me.

There’s already a bead of precum at his tip and I swirl my finger around it to spread it around the whole tip.

I meet his eyes as I move my hand up and down his shaft, pumping him.

He moans but refuses to take his eyes off of mine, too hellbent on watching me work him.

I lean forward slowly, so slowly, and lick him from base to tip.

He shivers below my touch and pushes the errant strands of hair from my updo at bay.

I stroke him a couple more times before I take him in my mouth, starting at his tip for a few seconds, and then taking as much of his length into the back of my throat as I can manage. My eyes water as my throat tightens around his impressive length. “Fuck, baby,” he groans, his head falling back.

I remove his length from my throat, “Your cock is so big. I can barely fit half down my throat.”

He laughs, “Don’t push yourself too hard. I’ll take whatever you can give me.”

I nod, taking him back into my mouth. He closes his eyes and inhales sharply as I create a rhythm, working him in and out of my throat.

In moments, he matches my pace and starts to thrust his hips into my mouth.

Tears stream down my cheeks, most certainly ruining my makeup, but I couldn’t care less.

I’m growing slick between my thighs just knowing I’m having this kind of effect on him.

Knowing that I can do this to him has me practically dripping on his bedroom floor.

I use one hand to stroke his base as he fucks my throat, “Play with your perfect pussy, Kane,” he commands through grunts and groans.

I obey, lowering my free hand to my pussy. I use two fingers to rub my clit in tune with the strokes of his cock hitting the back of my throat.

It continues for some time before his balls start to tighten and I feel that warmth pooling low in my belly, signaling my orgasm is coming.

When he comes, warm spurts of his release hit the back of my throat and I try to cry out against the rush of my orgasm as it takes me, but any sound is stifled by his cock spilling inside of my mouth and throat.

He’s a breathless mess of pleasure and release and when he slowly removes his cock from my mouth, he wipes the corners of my mouth with his thumb and reaches for me, bringing me closer and placing me in his lap. “That,” he starts. “Was fucking amazing, baby.”