The sunlight through the blinds burned my eyes. I was so tired that I could barely lift my hand to protect myself. Rebel's arms were still wrapped around me, holding me tight in a spooning position. The old couch at Rebel's place wasn't very comfy but we were able to sleep on it for the entire night.
Or maybe the sex was so exhausting that we could've slept on thumbtacks.
I flipped over in his arms until I was facing Rebel. His eyes slowly opened and a smile appeared. “I'd like to wake up every morning to that beautiful face.”
“Get used to it because I won't be able to afford my nice apartment anymore.”
Rebel brushed a stray hair from my face. “Doesn't matter. Just move in with me.”
I kissed him and felt his soft flesh below turn hard. I reached down and stroked his length, imagining last night. “Ready for more, Rebel?”
“You're going to kill me woman.”
“Then it will be a good death.”
Rebel agreed and we kissed again. He rolled me over onto my back and spread my legs. I don't know how I even had the energy for any of this. But all I knew, was that I wouldn't be satisfied until we made up for those four long years.
We fucked over and over again until the late afternoon. My body was like goo, sticking to the couch and never wanting to let go.
“Would you like some breakfast?” Rebel asked, finally prying himself from our fuck station.
I laughed and looked outside at the setting sun. “What do you have?
“Not much. I haven't been grocery shopping since I got out. Probably just oatmeal.”
I grabbed a blanket and covered my naked body, sinking further into the couch. I wasn't going anywhere today. “Oatmeal sounds perfect.”
Rebel went to the kitchen to fix us some breakfast and I lay on the couch, staring up at the popcorn ceiling.
My life had taken a crazy turn ever since Rebel King showed up on my doorstep. I tried to forget him during those four years but it was impossible. And now he was back and I was his property once again. I liked the feeling of being owned by Rebel. He'd do anything to protect me and anything to satisfy my desires.
But I had lost my father in the process. The only family I had left and now he was out of my life. If only I had known the truth sooner. Maybe I could have prevented Rebel from going to jail.
We could be married now, with a couple kids running around the house. All those years we wasted. We needed to make up for all that lost time.
Rebel returned, holding two bowls of steaming oatmeal. “Breakfast is served, Ms. Spencer.” Rebel acted like a butler, bending over to hand me my bowl.
“Thank you, sir. You may have the day off,” I said waving my hand away.
“You're so kind, Master.”
Rebel jumped on the couch next to me, still completely naked. I never got sick of staring at his inked chest. I dipped my spoon into the hot oatmeal and devoured it in seconds. I didn't even realize how hungry I was.
Sex really takes it out of you.
Rebel set his empty bowl on the ground and wiped his mouth. “We need to talk, Kayla.”
My heart skipped a beat. How could it possibly get any worse?
Rebel sighed. “I didn't tell you the whole story. And now I need your help.”
“What is it, Rebel? You know I'll do anything for you.”
“After I got out of prison, I was picked up by Mayor McCain. He helped your father put me away.”
“That son of a bitch.” Anger rose in my chest like heartburn.
“He was also the one that got me out of prison.”
“I knew it couldn't have been for overcrowding.”
“Now he wants me to do something that I don't think you're going to like. He wants me to take down your father.”
My father...
“The mayor wants you to kill my father?” I could barely say the words without choking on them.
Rebel shook his head. “Not exactly. He wants to destroy Spencer Enterprises. And I can do that without any killing.”
Even though I hated my father's guts, I didn't want him to get hurt. “What if you don't do what the mayor wants?”
Rebel looked deep into my eyes. “He'll send me right back to prison.”
“Then what do you have to do?”
Rebel held my hand, squeezing it for support. “I need access to his office. Your father has had dealing with a lot of nefarious groups. If I can get documents that will implicate him, that will satisfy the mayor.”
I looked up at Rebel with determined eyes. “Let me do it, Rebel. I can get access to his office and take whatever you need.”
Rebel shook his head. “I won't let you do that, Kayla. I can't risk you getting caught and sent to prison. I could never live with myself.”
“But you need me.”
“I do need you. I won't be able to get into Spencer Enterprises without you. If you can distract your father long enough for me to slip into his office, I can get what I need and we both slip out. Your father won't even know what happened until the cops come to arrest him.”
Everything that I knew about my father was false. I had been blind to it my whole life. But not anymore. “I was wrong about my father being a good man. He deserves to go to jail. Let's do it.”
Rebel smiled and hugged me.
I broke out of the hug when the idea hit me. “The only way it will work is if we do it late at night. He has a secretary that would see you the moment you stepped out of the elevator. My father works late every night and his secretary won't be there past five.”
“Then we do it tonight. Before the mayor has any more reasons to send me to jail.”
We were about to do some very illegal stuff. I was risking my life for Rebel. But he would do the same for me in a second.