Page 18 of Venomous Kiss

“It would have if I knew I sucked in bed. But tell me, Caterpillar, do you think fucking is an issue for me?”

“Your bed antics were never the issue. Your sense of self was… The way you are with people,” Hannah interjects.

“It’s not my fault you’re all too sensitive,” he says, then gives me a wink.

I smile, then decide to grab my headphones and play some music. I don’t want to hear any more of their business stuff. It’s late, and while I’m usually a night owl, I’m awfully tired right now. It could have been from the vodka or the drama of the day before. Or, fuck, it could have even been from the great orgasms I’ve had.

Either way, I put on my music, lean against the window, and tune out my surroundings.

It’s not long before I start to wonder how I’m going to afford a divorce lawyer without a job. It’s no secret that Deven always earned the most in our relationship. Though I contributed. Now, I have no savings and no income.

I’m royally screwed.

I wonder if that’s why I decided to fuck a stranger and take a flight with him.

Some would call that bat-shit crazy, but I find it exciting and worry that my life before this has been me barely living.

I want to live and experience everything. I want to do crazy things. I want to be on the verge of almost dying and telling the world fuck it.

Maybe I should have asked to jump from his plane.

I heard it’s exhilarating.

When I finally start to doze off, it’s not Deven who enters my dreams.

It’s the mysterious stranger behind me, who just so happens to stroke my inner demons.

And I can’t decide if that’s a bad thing or the most fantastical thing to ever happen to me.

SEVEN

REON

“She’s asleep,” Hannah relays.

A soft snore comes from Lilith.

I study her from behind. Her copper hair is tied in a knot at the top of her head as she rests it against the window.

“What are you even thinking? You shouldn’t be this reckless. What’s so special about her?”

What is so special about her? I have asked myself that same question.

I went back to that bar tonight in hopes of seeing her again, reckless, really. Fascinated by fucking a married woman… again.

“Reon, she’s married.”

“Her husband’s fucking someone else. I wouldn’t say I was breaking up a happy marriage.”

Hannah huffs next to me.

“That’s beside the point, and you know it.”

“I can fuck whomever I want.”

“Yes, and no one is saying you can’t, but you also have what some may consider unsavory business dealings, and you can’t just let anyone tag along.”

“I’m sure she won’t go back there and open the cases of guns that we’re illegally running,” I tell Hannah when we reach my apartment. “Tell Abigail I plan to see her next time. I’ll be leaving in the morning.”