CHAPTER 156: TWO MONSTERS (1)

~WARNING: This Chapter is not an ordinary smut. It includes very explicit scenes involving more than two people. Please skip this Chapter if it’s something you are not comfortable with.~

"Is it done?" Raymond’s voice cut through the quiet of his office, low and commanding, as he slowly swirled the whiskey in his glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light.

"Yes, boss." His assistant stood straight, cautious with every word. "Ms. Meyer said she’ll be waiting for you to finalize the deal."

Raymond arched a brow, his interest piqued. "Where?"

"In her penthouse, sir. She also mentioned... she’ll be paying her debt to you there."

A slow, knowing smirk tugged at Raymond’s lips. He tipped the glass back, draining the last of his whiskey in one go, the burn trailing down his throat like a promise. Setting the glass down with a soft clink, he reached for his suit jacket. "About damn time," he muttered, slipping it over his broad shoulders. "Have the driver pull the car up front."

By the time he strode through the lobby and pushed open the glass doors, the sleek black sedan was already waiting at the curb. His driver stepped out quickly, opening the door.

"Go home for tonight," Raymond said, his tone leaving no room for argument as he took the keys straight from the man’s hand. "I’ll handle this myself."

When Raymond arrived at the towering building, he barely slowed his stride. He slipped his keys into the valet’s hand with a curt nod before heading straight for the marble counter.

"Sarah Meyer," he said, his deep voice carrying a weight of authority that made the receptionist stiffen.

"Yes, sir." She rose quickly, swiping her badge to access the penthouse floor. With practiced politeness, she gestured toward the waiting elevator. "You can go ahead. She’s expecting you."

Raymond slid a crisp hundred-dollar bill into the receptionist’s hand without breaking eye contact. A faint smile tugged at his lips when the bill disappeared into her hand. Then, he stepped into the elevator, the polished steel doors closing him into silence.

The ride was smooth, almost too quiet, giving him time to imagine what kind of game Sarah might be planning this time. But when the elevator doors slid open at the penthouse and he stepped into the grand foyer, the silence stretched inside.

There was no Sarah.

Raymond’s brow furrowed as he walked across the glossy floor, his gaze sweeping over the extravagant space. The air felt charged, like a room that had been waiting for him but hadn’t prepared to greet him.

"Sarah?" His voice carried through the open space, dark and steady. "Are we playing hide and seek now?" He loosened his tie, irritation flickering beneath his cool exterior. "I don’t have time for games. I came here to collect your payment."

"Here..."

Raymond’s head snapped toward the sultry voice drifting from the opposite end of the hallway. His brows pulled together in a frown as he followed the sound, each step echoing against the polished floor.

At the very end, a door stood slightly ajar. He pushed it open with the back of his hand, and the scene inside made his jaw tighten.

Sarah stood by the floor-to-ceiling glass window, a half-filled wine glass dangling from her fingers. The city lights poured over her in golden streaks, making the loose bathrobe slide off one shoulder look almost intentional, or maybe it was. She didn’t bother to turn around.

Raymond clicked his tongue, amused and irritated all at once. "Tsk. Is this how you welcome me? No kiss, no hug... not even a costume? You’re colder than I expected, Sarah."

He moved to the side table, poured himself a glass of wine, and downed a sip without waiting for her reply.

"What exactly were you expecting?" Her voice was filled with disdain. "You failed me. Both of you. You even had the nerve to land yourself in jail. I should not pay you when I didn’t get what I wanted. But I still called for both of you."

Raymond’s lips curved into a dark scoff. "We delivered exactly what you asked. The aftermath wasn’t in our hands. But don’t worry—she’ll feel my wrath. Hell, she might already be drowning in it. My father’s already ended her contracts, and so have the others. She’ll crawl back to us soon enough, begging."

Sarah finally turned her head, her sharp gaze glinting in the dim light. "That confidence... How can you be so sure, when she has Nick at her side?"

"That’s Reagan’s burden now, not mine," Raymond countered with a dismissive wave, finishing his drink. His eyes narrowed. "Where is he?"

"In the bathroom," Sarah murmured, swirling her wine lazily. "Take a shower, too, if you want."

Raymond’s smirk spread, sharp and hungry. "No need. I’ve got somewhere else to be after this."

Closing the distance in two strides, he yanked her against him by the waist, his breath hot against her cheek. "But we can start now. I’m already hard."

He seized her hand and pressed it against the rigid bulge straining his pants, forcing her fingers to curl over him.

Raymond’s fingers were quick and merciless as he tugged the silk tie of Sarah’s robe. His mouth curved into a wicked smirk when he saw her bare skin revealed beneath.

"Well, well... so you did prepare for this," he drawled, his hand closing over her breast possessively.

Sarah’s lips curled in disdain, though her voice trembled faintly. "What choice did I have? I’m trapped with the two of you... Two monsters."

Raymond’s laugh rumbled low in his chest, dark and unapologetic. "Monsters? Don’t act so pure, Sarah. We’re all monsters here—you included. And this little payment..." he pinched her nipple sharply, making her wince, "...isn’t even close to enough. I lost Georgia because of you and Nancy. You owe me tenfold."

Sarah’s eyes flared with anger. "Don’t you dare mention that bitch’s name in front of me! She can rot in hell for all I care!"

Before Raymond could reply, another voice slid across the room like a blade.

"Starting without me?"

Both their heads snapped toward the doorway. Reagan leaned casually against the frame, towel in hand as he rubbed the water from his hair, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Raymond smirked. "Just warming her up. Let’s not waste time."

"In such a hurry?" Reagan asked, stepping inside, his damp chest gleaming under the lights.

"I’ve got somewhere else to be," Raymond replied.

Reagan’s brow arched. "Nancy?"

"Yes. I’ll head to her after this."

A slow grin spread across Reagan’s face. "Can I join you?"

Raymond chuckled, unbuttoning his shirt. "Sure, if you can still stand after this."

"I said stop mentioning that bitch in front of me!" Sarah snapped.

Reagan’s gaze lingered on her, amused and predatory. "Oh... Jealous, are we?"

Before she could retort, Reagan’s hand shot forward, ripping the robe from her shoulders and letting it fall uselessly to the floor. He leaned down close to her ear, his voice a low promise. "Don’t worry, Sarah. We’ll make sure you won’t be able to walk... long before we go to her."

With a firm shove to her shoulders, he forced her down onto her knees.

"Now—" Reagan’s tone sharpened into command, his eyes dark and hungry. "Get to work."

Raymond’s belt hit the floor as he stripped, his gaze locked on Sarah like a predator closing in while standing beside Reagan.