30 Days (Morgan Family Series Book 1) (16 page)

“You’re twenty-three and you work for one of the best law firms in New York.

Probably in the entire U.S. You’re successful, beautiful, and you should not settle. If you don’t want to do something, then don’t.”

“I knew you were the right person to talk to about this. I’m so glad Cameron found you.” Blake leans in and gives me a hug. “He’s so worried he’s gonna fuck it up, but I think he’s doing pretty damn good.”

I laugh. “Yeah, he’s doing okay.”

“He’s late.” I check the time and shoot Jim an annoyed look.

“Only by a few minutes.” he responds, sipping his coffee.

“Something isn’t right with him. He lied in his interview about knowing where Beasley was going. He said he followed him, but never found out where he was going. The footage shows him watching him in the club.”

“Maybe he didn’t want to tell Mrs. Beasley her husband was at a strip club.” “Or maybe him and Mrs. Beasley were having an affair.”

“Don’t jump to conclusions, Cameron.”

I clench my jaw and tap my pen on the glass tabletop. Seconds later, Harvey Taylor is shown into the conference room. He gives Jim a polite smile and then extends his hand towards me, introducing himself.

“I’m Cameron Morgan, pleasure to meet you Mr. Taylor.” I lie. “Please have a

seat.”

I let Jim start out since he’s familiar with Mr. Taylor. I want Harvey to feel

comfortable so he’ll let his guard down. He seems to relax and starts asking how the case is going. He states again how sorry he is that such a tragedy befell his friend.

I open the file and start reviewing his statement while him and Jim talk. I casually let the photos of the crime scene slip from the folder and onto the floor. Harvey Taylor doesn’t flinch.

“My apologies.” I say as I pick them up and sit them on the table. Mrs.

Beasley’s body lies on the floor. Two gunshots to her chest. Blood everywhere. Still he doesn’t flinch. I close them up in the file and keep his statement out.

“Mr. Taylor, in your statement, you mention that you began following Mr.

Beasley so you could help Mrs. Beasley find out if he was hiding some sort of addiction from her.”

“Yes, I did attempt to follow Tanner. Gloria was certain he was getting himself into something awful. We prayed about it together and she even spoke to Tanner about it, but almost every night he would leave her home alone. I didn’t have any luck finding out where he was going though. I wish I could’ve helped
her.”

“Are you certain you didn’t find out where he was going?” I ask. “You’re not under oath or anything, but we are trying to exonerate a man from a murder charge.”

“I don’t know where he was going.” he answers.

“You said in your statement that you and Mrs. Beasley had lunch together on Mondays and Thursdays. You also spent time with her while Mr. Beasley was not at

home. Was your relationship with Mrs. Beasley strictly platonic or did you grow to have feelings for her outside of a platonic nature?”

“What are you indicating, Mr. Morgan?”

“I’m asking if the relationship between you and Mrs. Beasley was more than just friends. Was it of a sexual nature?”

“I don’t have to answer that.”

“Did you want her to leave Mr. Beasley and she refused you?”

“This is preposterous!” Harvey raises his voice and stands from his chair.

“Do you own a 9-millimeter semi-automatic pistol? Mr. Beasley didn’t.” “I don’t have to listen to this nonsense!” he storms out of the conference

room.

“Good work. I didn’t even recognize him from the footage.” Jim confesses. “I

was leery of his relationship with Mrs. Beasley and had planned to talk to him again. I’m surprised he agreed to meet with us. He hasn’t been answering my calls.”

I grin. “I had Memphis call and ask him to come in. She told him there’d been a breakthrough in the case.”

Otis Redding’s soulful voice sings from the speakers of the iPod dock sitting on the kitchen counter of Cameron’s apartment. I look at the recipe again and stir the batter with the whisk. It looks creamy so I guess that’s a good thing. I run my finger along the side of the bowl and then lick the batter off.
Tastes good.

Anniston should be here soon so I wanted to make her some cupcakes. She loves anything chocolate so I have chocolate batter and chocolate icing. I lick some more batter off my finger and start looking for a cupcake pan.

I open a cabinet and rise on my tiptoes, peeking inside. I don’t even hear Cameron come up behind me until he snatches my panties down with a laugh.

“Did you seriously just pants me?”

I close the cabinet and feel his breath on my neck. His cock jumps at my backside.
He’s naked.

“Yes. Now I’m seriously going to fuck you.”

“I’m making cupcakes.” I protest, weakly.

“You shouldn’t have been making them without wearing any pants.”

His mouth greedily nips my ear and then suckles my neck. He lifts my tank- top up and over my head. He pulls it till it reaches my wrists then stops. He twists the material until it’s snug, binding my hands together. He holds it with one hand.

“Hold on to the counter.” he demands.
Cupcakes? What cupcakes?

He doesn’t let go of my shirt as I move my hands to do what he says. He trails his other hand down my bare back and over my ass. His slap echoes through the kitchen and I rise on my toes in reflex. My skin prickles.
Pussy drenches.
Cameron teases my center, rubbing his cock inside my folds.

“Spank me again.” I plead. I look over my shoulder at him and see that he’s looking down, watching his cock rub against me.

“Whatever you like.” he grins. He plunges his delicious cock into me as his palm smacks my cheek. I quiver with delight. He adjusts his grip on my shirt to the point that it nearly cuts off my circulation.
I don’t care.

He snakes his hand around and pinches my nipple. Eliciting both pleasure and pain at the same time. I cry out, pushing myself against his relentless thrusts.

“Not yet, Memphis.” Cameron warns. “Not till I tell you to.”

He pumps into me and I wriggle my arms, wanting them to be free. “Please…I need to…”

“Almost baby…” he assures me. He’s never made me wait to come before. This is a new thing for us. Either way, I’ll do what he wants. My body starts to tighten and I know I can’t control myself much longer.

“I can’t…Cameron…aaah…”

“Now baby…”

His warm release flows into me as I spasm around him. My legs tremble as I try to keep standing. He loosens his grip on my shirt and my blood starts flowing

again. I lean against the counter and he leans breathlessly behind me.
I’m falling in love with you, Cameron Morgan. Please don’t leave me.

“Let’s shower then you can finish your cupcakes.”

I nod. Afraid to say anything out loud. I don’t know what might come out of my mouth.
It’s safer just to keep it shut.

My entire apartment smells like chocolate. It’s making me have dirty thoughts. Honestly, everything makes me have dirty thoughts lately. I saw a commercial for vacationing in Miami. It made me want to fuck Memphis on the beach. I had pancakes for breakfast yesterday morning and I daydreamed about drizzling syrup over her naked body. I watched a cop arrest a man on my way home from work last night and I took my handcuffs out of my drawer the moment she walked into my apartment.
I can’t get enough of Memphis Stone.

“She just called and she’ll be here in about fifteen minutes. Did you let Mark know she was coming?”

“Who’s Mark?” I ask, looking up at Memphis as she leans over the couch.

“Are you serious? He’s only worked the front desk here for six years. You’ve

lived here four years.”

“I’ve never really talked to him.”

“You need to work on your people skills.” she scolds. “He’s actually really

nice.”

“Is that so?” I reach up and pull her down into my lap. I tickle her midsection

until she begs for me to stop.

“I gave him her name.” I assure her.

I press my lips to hers and it’s only a matter of seconds before the kiss turns heated. She breaks away.
Damn, I love…fuck.
I shake my head. Not sure where my thoughts were going. The elevator pings.

“Surprise! We’re here!”

I look over my shoulder at the sound of Rhys’s voice. Rhys, Weston, and Randall walk in with three women I don’t know.
Shit.
Memphis looks at me in confusion.

“I didn’t know they were coming.” I explain.

“You never answer your phone anymore, man.” Rhys complains as they walk into the living room. “I see why. You must be Memphis Stone. It’s so lovely to finally meet you. You’ve been occupying a lot of my cousin’s time.”

“It’s nice to meet you too.”

I make the official introductions and Rhys introduces us to Myra, Celia, and Talia. I know I’ll never keep those straight
.
The elevator pings again and I’m sure this time it’s Anniston.

“More company?” Rhys asks.

“My sister is visiting this weekend. She goes to NYU also.” Memphis tells him as she heads to greet her sister.

I stand up and watch the two of them hug. They have the same build and same eyes, but that’s where their similarities end. Anniston has long wavy blonde

hair where Memphis has shoulder length, straight brown hair. I walk over to the pair and extend my hand.

“Nonsense, you idiot!” Anniston says and pulls me into a hug, whispering into my ear. “If you fuck up and hurt my sister, I’ll bury you in the woods of southern Alabama where no one will ever find your sorry ass.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Anniston.” I say when she releases me.

Rhys puts his arm around my shoulder and I notice him looking Anniston over.
Great.

“So you go to NYU?” he asks and she nods. “I thought I might recognize you, but I don’t think we’ve met.”

“No, I don’t think so. I don’t hang out with frat boys.”

“I’m not in a frat.” he defends.

“Oh. You sorta look like the type.”

Anniston turns to Memphis, ignoring Rhys and I want to laugh. “Do I smell chocolate?”

“I made you cupcakes.” Memphis says, proudly.

The two of them head into the kitchen. Rhys glances at me and I chuckle.              

“What?”

“She’s not interested.”

“I’m not interested.” he says.

“Good. You shouldn’t be since you came here with someone.”

“I know. I’m not interested.” he repeats.

“You said that already.”

“So they just showed up unannounced? What kind of assholes do that?” Anniston asks.

“This kind.” Rhys answers, walking into the kitchen. “Can I get a cupcake?”              

“Sure.” I tell him. “I wasn’t calling you an asshole. I was just explaining to Anniston that we didn’t know you were coming. It’s okay that…”

“I was calling you an asshole.” Anniston cuts in. “You should probably call before you just show up at someone’s home.”

“Anniston…”

Rhys doesn’t say anything. He just takes a bite of his cupcake and walks back into the living room. It occurs to me that he’s the ‘birthday boy’ Leah bragged about.
I try not to think about him going ‘on and on’ as she put it.

“Don’t be like that. He’s Cameron’s cousin.” I scold her.

“He’s hot too, but that doesn’t give him an excuse to ruin my trip home.” she whines.

“Is that what this is about? You not being the center of attention?”

“Maybe.” she grins.

“Well, I’m sure you will be. Blake and Langston are meeting us at Melee’s and you’ll like this club. We’ll have a great time.”

“Fine. Give me another cupcake first.”

I hand her another cupcake and then toss my wrapper into the garbage. She takes a bite and her eyes roll in the back of her head.

“Mmm. Me likey.” she laughs.

“I know you likey. That’s why I made them for you.”

Laughter coming from the living room breaks up our moment. I silently pray everything goes well tonight. I know Anniston will have no problem letting anyone know if things aren’t up to her liking.

“I like him. He makes you happy.” Anniston announces.

“Good. I’m glad he passed your judgment.”

“He’ll receive my wrath if he does anything to hurt you.” she warns.

“Yeah, yeah.” I smile. “Hurry up with that cupcake.”

We walk into the living room and Rhys has Myra lifted in his arms, making out with her right in front of everyone. Cameron is not in the room.
Where is he?

“What an idiot.” Anniston mutters.

Rhys glances at us and then lowers Myra to the floor. She giggles against his chest. I look around the room. Randall is kissing Thalia’s neck. Weston sits beside Celia, his hand on her thigh. He gives me an apologetic look and I smile. Weston seems a bit more subdued than Rhys and Randall. Maybe it’s because he seems a little shy. Quiet.
Rhys and Randall could use a little shy and quiet.

I walk to the bedroom and find Cameron there. He’s on his phone and he doesn’t look happy. He motions for me to come inside.

“Jim, I don’t care what he wants. It’s our best defense and you know it. We’ll talk more about it Monday.” He hangs up and tucks his phone in his back pocket.