“No. He hasn’t shared and I don’t care. He does it. He doesn’t f**k around. He’s committed and, honestly, Creed, this shit rarely happens. So he’s good at what he does, whether you agree with it or not.”
“Right,” he muttered and I braced again when his eyes went back to intent. “That visit to Serena, baby, before we came home, she wants out. The girls want out, you should help them and so should Knight.”
“We do,” I told him and continued. “And I will. So will Knight. He’ll pay to make her physically healthy again, the girls will work with her to help her get over what happened or learn to live with it then he’ll work to pave her way in another life. She’ll be okay.”
His eyes got more intent and his arm tightened so I kept braced when he carried on.
“Just throwin’ this out there but, the new ones come in, you should counsel them to different ways of goin’ about life.”
“I thought you accepted I had reasons for making the decisions I make?” I asked.
“I do. I also told you, we had issues along the way, we discuss them. And a woman finds herself in the position to approach Knight in order to have protection so she can sell her body, Sylvie, he or you should do what you can to show her another way before you take her on. It’s the right thing to do.”
“Okay, I get you,” I told him. “And, you may not know this but he does that already. I cannot say that he expends a lot of effort and there is no doubt he could make more of one but he doesn’t just set them up. Sometimes they feel there are no other ways.”
He shook his head and his arm came up, fingers sifting in my hair so he could pull my head closer to his.
“I had all access, Sylvie, demand that shit when I take a client and Serena was hookin’ to pay for art school. Can you tell me there’s no other way?”
“She’s twenty-five, Creed. She can also make life choices.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
Fuck.
“Okay,” I gave in. “That was whacked.”
“Yeah,” he agreed.
“All the girls don’t have reasons like that, Creed.”
“Maybe not but sometimes shit in life can make you blind to choices you don’t know that you have. You and Sebring really wanna look after those girls, you help them open their eyes before they sell their bodies. Talk to him about making more of an effort.”
“You know, you annoy me when you make sense,” I shared and his face lost its intensity when he grinned.
“Not much I can do about that, baby.” His fingers twisted gently in my hair. “You gonna talk to him?”
“Yeah,” I muttered.
“Be convincing,” he ordered.
I rolled my eyes.
He kept being bossy.
“Now kiss me.”
“No.”
His brows went up. “No?”
“I’m not in the mood to kiss.”
“What are you in the mood for?”
“I’m in the mood to suck you off.”
His face got lazy and I got even more in the mood to suck him off.