CHAPTER 234: LANDING SOFTLY

Once the passion died down, Brooke realized she was hugging a half naked man, and immediately tried to pull away, but Thane kept his grip on her waist steady, maintaining the hug.

She grumbled, "Mr Grayson-"

"Just another minute." He inserted, taking in her scent, "Or maybe two."

Brooke playfully rolled her eyes, "Come on, we need to discuss things."

"We still can." He replied.

"Not like this." She chuckled, struggling out of his grip. But Thane began an assault of kisses trailing from her neck down to her shoulder blades. "Come on, I’m serious here-" she tried to push him away, but ended up losing her footing and sending them both crashing.

Fortunately, Thane was able to maneuver the fall, redirecting them to the bed with a loud thud!

With hand pressed against the back of Brooke’s head, he critically scanned her from head to toe, "Are you okay? Did you get hurt? Did I hurt you-"

Brooke shook her head, "No, we landed softly-" she cut herself off when she realized Thane’s leg knee was placed in-between her legs, pressing against the fabric of her skirt.

She averted her gaze, "I’m alright."

Thane, who didn’t seem to notice, crawled off her and sat next to her on the bed, he hung his head to his shoulders, his thumbs pressed against each other. "I tend to over indulge and get carried away when it comes to you."

"It won’t happen again-" he was saying, but Brooke cut him off.

Still lying down she asked, "What if I didn’t mind it?" Her sheepish voice masked the intensity of what she was implying.

But Thane understood her words, infact, he could boast that he had never understood her better than in that moment. He raised his head, and turned to look at Brooke, whose face was reddened like a tomato, her arms perched by her sides, in an inviting embrace.

Thane trained his gaze from her eyes, to her lips, down to her neck until it settled on the skin peeking out of her skirt.

Slowly, he moved towards her, his eyes averted to hers, whilst her body remained perfectly still, waiting for him to come to her.

However, when his skin touched hers, sharing their warmth with each other, there was nothing, slow nor gentle about the exchange.

He traced his hands to hers, pinning them over her head and interlocking their fingers in a tight handhold.

Brooke gasped when his lips touched the side of her neck, licking and kissing every inch of her skin. She closed her eyes and flung her head back as his hungry lips trailed further down...

Behind the house, Scott saw the doctor off but not without giving him stern instructions.

"Tomorrow, you’re going to make up some more bullshit to keep her here, I don’t care if you have to fabricate results, just make sure that Cassie doesn’t have to leave this place." He told him, reaching into his pockets for a lighter.

The doctor rubbed his hands together, "I understand, but what about the cash? When do I get it?" He asked.

Scott reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette, "Lower your voice will ya? If anyone hears us, you won’t get any money." He scolded.

Looking here and there the doctor asked once again, "When do I get paid? Y’know, if they call a real doctor they’ll give a proper diagnosis. And we wouldn’t want that, now would we?"

Rolling his eyes, Scott said, "I’ll send someone tonight. Just, keep doing as you’re told and I’ll keep hiring your service. You understand?"

"Of course, I’ll be back bright and early tomorrow for my dear patient." He lifted the corners of his mouth into a grin, then turned to leave.

Scott stood in place, watching him walk out of the area, taking a quick puff to calm his nerves. However, his shirt break was cut off by the sound of a slight thud!

He quickly tossed his cigarette, "Whose there?!" he hollered, but no response came. His eyes narrowed, he walked over to the corner to see who it was, but was met midway by Kayden.

His hand on his chest, he exhaled sharply, "Oh, it’s you." He inwardly thought fucking brat’, anything but glad to see Kayden.

Kayden averted his gaze to the cigarette burning out on the concrete, "What were you doing out here?" He asked.

"Taking a smoke, or what is that not allowed?" He snapped at him, trying to quell whatever thoughts the boy was having. "And you? Why were you sneaking up on me?"

In turn, Kayden replied, "I was just taking a stroll, or what is that not allowed?"

Scott bit his cheeks, fighting the urge to say a slur at his supposed nephew. "No, but for a weak man such as yourself, I don’t recommend being out in this weather, wouldn’t want you having to end up at the hospital, again." his tone was polite but it’s undertone was hard to miss.

To himself, Scott pondered, ’Just how much did this damned kid hear?’ he wondered if Kayden had just arrived, or if he had been eavesdropping the entire time.

"Oh don’t worry, it would take much more than that kill me." He took a large step forward, further bridging the gap between Scott and himself.

Staring him down, Kayden spoke in a low yet threatening tone, "Your darling niece however, not so much."

Scott frowned, "What the hell are you trying to say?!" He looked at the twisted grin on Kayden’s face, a clear indicator that he had underestimated Kayden’s presence.

In a more lighthearted tone, Kayden said, "I was just teasing you, Cassie is in safe hands, after all I was the one who found her drowned in the bathtub. Imagine what would’ve happened if I was a second late?"

Not giving Scott a chance to answer he added, "But be rest assured, uncle. As long as Cassie is in this house, she will be my responsibility."

His tone sinister he said, "And I’ll make sure to take care of her."