Killing Time: The Bonus Collection by Elle Chardou Read Free Book Online Page A

gets off on it. She’s a scat and pain whore and she loves water sports. She doesn’t have a name because she doesn’t remember it and he calls her ‘Pet’ anyway so I suppose she thinks that is her name.”
    “Christ almighty,” I whispered. “Does he live here? In New York?”
    “No. He lives in Los Angeles if I am not mistaken but he visits his brother quite often. Oh yeah, be sure you’re talking to the right brother because they are twins.”
    “I’m sorry?”
    Grayson breathed deeply in an exasperated way. “They’re identical twins. For some reason, Seven likes to mock his brother so he copies his hairstyle and clothes…Jay says it drives Rory nuts but what can he do? They are siblings after all.”
    “Where was this Severin when my sister was killed?”
    “On a flight here to see his brother. Apparently it has something to do with their family’s business. Anyway, his flight didn’t arrive at La Guardia until shortly after noon so that rules him out. The police have been quite thorough at the insistence of my family. You’re to be my wife, Aurélie, no way would I leave any stone unturned in your sister’s death, you know that.”
    I smiled at Gray before I put my cognac glass down and cuddled in the warmth of his arms.
    He wasn’t the most emotional person but so what? I knew he loved me in his own way and I loved him. His embrace became a bit more prodding and I allowed him to kiss me and his tongue to probe my mouth.
    Eventually we made love and it was lovely and beautiful though I didn’t come and he fell asleep soon afterwards. I hated getting myself off but it was a small price to pay for a luxury apartment, endless money and a man who actually adored me. My orgasm came after a few strokes of my clit under talented and very familiar fingers. It seized me into its grasp and I smiled afterwards before I rolled onto my side and settled into a gentle sleep which washed over me like the ocean breeze.

     
    THE FOLLOWING AFTERNOON WAS SPENT at my laptop in my private office. It was only broken up by a quick forty-five minutes on the ten thousand dollar treadmill Grayson had bought the previous Christmas. It gave me time to think and listen to a bit of music. I chose Thirty Seconds to Mars and it was during “Was it a Dream?” I thought about my sister.
    Trésor loved Thirty Seconds to Mars. Hell, she loved music period. Was that part of her punishment? I hoped not because it was one of the major reasons why she had chosen to become a model. Models were often used in music videos and music always played during photo shoots and fashion shows.
    She loved all kinds of music. She could get down and dirty with Kanye West or live it up with Lady Gaga, cool it down to Madonna, get jiggy with it to Rihanna or just veg out to Mozart. She was a true musical connoisseur who loved hip-hop, alternative, adult contemporary, jazz, classical, pop, soul, and everything in between. Her favorite country and western artist was k.d. lang and she loved Melissa Etheridge. However, I always knew she was depressed when I heard these two artists because it was the music she chose to sink to the lowest depths.
    “It soothes me and makes the pain that much smaller,” she’d told me one afternoon when I asked her why she had gotten into a kick of playing them both incessantly.
    “Are you sure that’s not the self-harm talking?” I’d inquired in a snarky manner.
    I would never ever understand what people got out of cutting themselves.
    “You’re one to judge. At least I can feel pain instead of just burying it in that hollow place you call a heart. That’s why you can’t and the precise reason why Renaud left you.”
    I couldn’t remember what I said to my sister then and it was even more of a blur at that moment. I stopped the treadmill and got off before I collapsed, sweaty but thoroughly satisfied at my work desk. My laptop was still open and I wiggled the mouse to bring it to life. First I had to re-type my