Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three (17 page)

“You were right the
first time,” Cove says. “He owned us.”

“That has to be
illegal. It sounds like a form of slavery.”

“Well, my dad’s
dead, so that’s sort of a logjam of a comment,” I say.

“Illegal?” Cove
chuckles. “You mean like killing? You’re concerned about a forced tattoo being
criminal, but not murder? She’s a winner, Mark. Perfect for you.”

“Fuck off and drink
another glass before I beat your ass.”

“Whatever,” he says
casually under his breath.

“Why didn’t you
change yours, like they did?” she asks me.

“You already
answered your own question,” Cove says, taking a big sip of wine before
continuing. “He’s big-headed.”

“Enough,” Sophia
says. “It’s
Mera
Calloway. I know it. She was the
last person with
Dayne
before his arrest and I think
she really had a thing for him.”

“No,” I shake my
head, “this woman was twice her size.”

“You’re such an
idiot. When was the last time you saw her?” my sister asks.

She’s right. It’s
been years. I remember a video of
Dayne
fucking her
that was on one of my father’s porn sites years ago, but I haven’t seen her since.

“I know what you’re
thinking,” Sophia says. “I meant in the flesh, Mark. When was the last time you
saw her in person?”

“Probably when the
two of you were college roommates and you brought her to mom’s house for
dinner. Remember, Mom got pissed that you didn’t come alone.”

“Yeah, that was like
fifteen years ago. A woman who doesn’t pack on the pounds from her early
twenties to her mid-thirties is either working out twenty-four seven or an
alien.”

I look down at my
sister’s body... she must be an alien.

“Having to keep up
with twin boys is like running ten miles a day. I’m in shape because of them.”

“How the hell do you
know what I’m thinking?”

“Sisters know.”

“Alright, all
knowing one, if it’s
Mera
, I need more information
about her. I only met her a few times and I never saw her when she worked for
Dad. What do I need to know?”

“Beats the fuck out
of me,” she responds. “I haven’t spoken to her since...”

Mera
Calloway was my sister’s
roommate when she attended Temple University. They met as freshmen, shared a
dorm room, became lovers, and then got an apartment together. Both were total
whores, bisexual, having an open relationship and sharing men. They remained
best friends after graduation and moved to St. Louis where they partied hard -
got drunk, laid, and didn’t have a care in the world. It wasn’t until my sister
met Cove that her life started to change and she began maturing into a
responsible adult, yet that didn’t happen by choice. My father played a big
role in hooking the two of them up for his business. Cove and Sophia’s
relationship was a big moneymaker to him, but so was
Mera
Calloway. She had long dark hair and eyes the color of a Colorado sky. A small
frame, big tits and ass, and from what I saw online, a great fuck. My dad had
all three of them under his control and I heard through the grapevine that when
Mera
was brought to his mansion to become his new
house whore,
Dayne
Rosen fell head over heels for
her. That was some fucking messed up shit. I keep telling my sister, she needs
to write a book about it.

“...
and
then I saw her one night on the street. It was right
when we all got back to St. Louis after our father was killed in Vegas. Haven’t
seen her since. What you need to know is she’s tough, a real hard ass. I’ve
witnessed her give a few bloody noses and a couple of black eyes to guys who
fucked with her. She’s a sneaky bitch too, a calculating, skillfully sly,
money-grubbing, scheming wench. She had
Dayne
wrapped
around her finger in a matter of days, and fooled my ass about her true self
for years.”

“Everyone has a
weakness,” I say.

“Not her,” my sister
replies.

“Can I ask
something?”

“Go ahead,” I say to
Jules.

“Let me get this
straight. You were with this woman, sexually, right?” she says to my sister and
Sophia nods. “And then she was your father’s house whore, slept with him, and
then
Dayne
, so she was with you, your dad, and
Dayne
?”

We nod.

“And your father was
with Cove also? And you, Mark, were with Cove, and now Sophia’s married to
him?”

We nod.

“Just checking,” she
whispers and throws back an entire glass of wine, then gets a refill. “I
understand why you drink,” she says to Cove and he flashes a rare smile back.

“Trust me, I didn’t
sleep with three
Jamesons
by choice,” he mutters.

“What should we do
about
Mera
?” Sophia asks, ignoring how incredibly
vile this must sound to Jules.

“Nothing. Like I
mentioned, she’s just a woman.”

“Did you listen to
anything I just said?”

“Yeah. She sounds
weak, Sophia. Fat, slow, and weak.”

“I agree,” Cove
says.

“Wow, you guys are
fucking assholes,” my sister scolds.

“I second that,”
Jules says. “A woman can easily harm, overpower, control, and eventually kill a
man, in an emotional, sexual, or physical way... right Mark?” She flickers her
thick eyelashes.

“Fuck yeah,” Cove
laughs; sounding a bit drunk, “she burned your ass, dipshit.”

My foot wiggles
between Jules’ legs, under her dress, and presses into her pussy. “Watch it,” I
say.

She ignores me and
slices a piece of chicken, stares into my eyes with her fork in the air, then gives
the meat a big lick before placing it in her mouth.

“That was nasty
hot,” Cove whispers.

“I love her,” Sophia
says.

“I know,” I respond.

Cove opens a second
bottle, appearing more relaxed than when we first arrived. “I fucking love my
wine,” he says to himself. He continues to get comfortable by unbuttoning his
shirt and resting his foot over his thigh.

“You guys should
look this woman up. Do a search online and see what you find,” Jules says.

“Good idea.” My
sister leaves the room then returns with an
iPad
in
hand.

“I’ve done a lot of
research on
Dayne
and her name never showed up,” I
say.

“Fucking hell.”

“Watch the language,
Dove,” Cove says.

“What?” I ask my
sister.

“Look.” She passes
the
iPad
my way and I repeat her words. “Yep, fucking
hell.
Mera’s
sticking around, that’s for sure. I
killed her husband.”

“No shit? She
married
Dayne
? Damn, you fucked up,” Cove says. “When
did that happen?”

“This was posted two
weeks ago in Vegas. It’s on her Facebook site. She did gain weight.”

“She got another
boob job too. Those are much bigger than before. And
Dayne
looks... I don’t remember him being that massive,” Sophia says, turning away.
“She must’ve kept in touch with him the entire time he was in prison.”

I scroll through her
site and see she used to work for a few different porn companies in Vegas,
which isn’t surprising. Once you get a taste of that lifestyle, it’s easy to
get hooked on the money that rolls in. Being a porn star is a decent job when
you work for the right people. It can be shit for some, but it looks like she
did fairly well. Now she lists an Italian restaurant in Vegas as her current
place of employment. What a fucking joke, going from serving her pussy to
serving pasta? Fuck, that sucks.

“She was thin up
until a year ago, these earlier photos are how I remember her. The weight gain
is pretty recent.”

“She doesn’t look
all that big to me,” Jules says. “And she’s very pretty.”

“But for a porn
star, she’s way past her prime... no longer marketable.” I turn to Sophia.
“She’s nothing. I wouldn’t worry about her.”

“I’m not. She’s a
bitch, but not insane, like you.”

“Thanks, sis.”

“No, seriously,
she’s not going to shoot or stab anyone, she’ll probably just kick you in the
balls and ask for a lot of money as payback for killing her husband. From what
I remember, that’s her style.”

Cove leans closer to
Jules and whispers, “Don’t you love how nonchalant they are about all this
shit? This entire table is full of dispassionate
asshats
.”

“Uh, excuse me,
Babe?” Sophia says melodramatically. “I am
far
from being dispassionate about anything,” and then she turns to Jules with a
smile, “you’ll get used to all of this.”

“No, you won’t,”
Cove says.

“Stop being a
fuckhead
or you’re not getting laid for a month.”

“It’s already been a
week,” he snarls.

“Jesus Christ, would
you two shut the fuck up. Most of the time you
numbnuts
amuse me, only tonight you’re getting on my nerves. I was just thinking about
how mature you’ve become,
Soph
, but now you’re acting
like a fucking kid again. And Cove...” I shake my head.

“Mark, don’t,” my
sister
pleads as she watches Cove set his fork on the table
and run his hand through his hair. “Mark, please, not tonight.”

“I’d like to know
what you were going to say,” Cove prods.

The room is silent.
Our eyes lock and he leans back in his chair, resting his interlaced fingers on
his abdomen. Jules distracts me by placing her heel on my leg and when I turn,
she gifts me with a gorgeous smile. Pretty thing. It’s amazing how quickly my
thoughts can change from wanting to beat the shit out of Cove for being so
depressed, to the sight of this woman’s face placating my mind. “I love you,” I
finally say, looking at Jules first, then turning quickly to Cove. “I love you,
man. That’s what I was going to say.”

I join Jules and
Sophia in a good laugh, but it takes a minute for Cove to crack a smile. He
never finds me amusing. But, he does lighten up enough to call me a pussy a
second later as he’s reaching across the table to fill his wife’s wine glass.
One of these days he’s going to beat the shit out of me... I can’t wait. I’ll
stop ragging on him once he does.

“So what do all of
you do for fun?” Jules asks.

“How does your ass
feel?” I respond.

“Oh god.” Sophia
rolls her eyes. “I definitely don’t want to know what that means.”

“I wasn’t asking you,
Mark,”
Julia
says. “I already know what
you
enjoy.” She smirks.

“What kind of fun?”
I force her to be more specific.

“Well, anything...
I’m not trying to be rude, if that’s what you think, but the three of you
appear to be... you’re all... just...”

“We’re what? Spit it
out,” I say.

“You seem shallow.”

Cove’s laugh fills
the room as he stands and places his hand on my shoulder. “You
wanna
take her out on the boat now or later?” He jokes, putting
his wine glass down and walking out of the room. “I’m checking on the boys,” he
calls back.

“You’re funny,
Jules.” My sister grins. “Mark, she’s
amaz
...”

“I know she is. I
hope she stays that way.” I take a final bite of food, push the plate away, and
stare into her eyes. “You’re not going to change, are you? Like become a bitch
overnight.”

“I’m already a
bitch.”

“True. What about
pushing me into marrying you or wanting kids?”

“Nope, can’t say I’m
ready for either one of those things with you.”

“With me?”

“Yes, with you.”

I nod. Fuck, she’s
good. “Okay, I’ll keep you around for a while.”

“Fine,” she says.

“Fine,” I say.

“Damn, no wedding
anytime soon. I guess all that’s left to do is eat some pie,” Sophia says.
“Cove! Tell the boys to come down for some pie!”

“No! No sugar this
late at night!” he shouts.

“Yes! Pie!”
Daxton
calls out and rushes down to the main floor.

“I agree with your
husband. They’re going to be climbing the walls for hours.”

“Listen to me,” she
says. “I hated my childhood and I’m going to make sure theirs is the complete
opposite of what I experienced. My boys have the freedom to do whatever they
want without having to fear stern punishment. They learn from their own
mistakes without us disciplining them. They’re loved, happy, and if I want to
give them pie in the evening, I’m going to give them a slice of
freakin
’ pie.”

“Fucking, Mom.
Freakin
’ sounds lame.”
Daxton
takes a seat next to his mother and rests his head on her arm. “That movie was
great.”