And Then There Were Four
Chapter 50

Damian POV

Looking down at her sleeping form, I took a deep breath trying to come to grips with what had just happened. I let the tequila and intensity of her body against mine push the evening into a direction I wasn't aiming for. I didn't expect to get her in my bed tonight, but I damn sure wouldn't object to it.

I had held off for so long because I had a feeling she wouldn't like my taste of s*xual desire.

However, I was very wrong.

She embraced it like a champ, and that was only the tip of what I enjoy.

The dim light of my phone lit up in the darkness of my room. Looking down to wear it laid on the nightstand, I watched my private investigator's name cross the screen.

"Hmm.." It was late for him to be calling. "Hello?" I muttered as I quietly shut the bedroom door behind me.

"Damian, sorry to call so late, but we have a lead."

Fantastic, this will make her happy. "What do you have?"

"It seems that he was spotted just outside of a local restaurant tonight near the beach. By the time we got there, he was gone though."

Pinching the bridge of my nose, I tried to digest the information. "What was the name?"

"Of what sir?" He asked, testing my patients.

"Of the fvcking restaurant." I growled, losing my patience. "What was the name?"

"La Habichuela." Of course it was. I was drinking and James had been watching us.

"Sh!t!" I muttered as I walked towards the windows, peering out of them. "I was there."

There was silence for a moment before he spoke, "you were there?"

"Yes, yes. I was there tonight with Ivy. He was fucking watching us."

It honestly didn't surprise me that he was watching us. It was not surprising that we were in Cancun. Especially when I had been such a big sponsor in helping to renovate the local community to bring them more of a modern touch. Cancun had a special place in my heart, as did its people.

"What would you like us to do, sir?" The man asked as I shook my head, trying to figure out what exactly I should do. If James was watching us, then it meant he knew what we were doing.

Perhaps it was time I went out looking for him.

"Be here tomorrow late afternoon. We will sit down and discuss things."

Ivy POV

The bright stream of sunlight cast through the open window of the bedroom. The smell of salt air filling my nose as I stretched within the sheets of the bed, relishing in how amazing they felt beneath my skin.

That is, until I hit something firm, and opened my eyes to realize there was another body next to me. Not just anybody either. It was Damian.

"Oh-" my heart began to race as the events of the previous night littered my mind.

Lifting up the sheet, I looked down at my n*ked body, and gasped.

Holy fvckin' sh!t. It wasn't a dream.

"Sh!t. Sh!t Sh!t." I muttered quickly, jumping from the bed, startling Damian, who jumped from the bed as naked as the day he was born looking around the room for the threat.

"What the fvck?" He muttered when his eyes fell on my naked form wrapped within the white sheets of the bed. "Don't scare me like that."

"Last night-" I muttered wide-eyed, "we...?"

*Fvcked." He smirked, crossing his arms over his ch3st.

Narrowing my eyes, I scoffed, "why do you have to say it like that?"

*Are you regretting your choices?" He chuckled, but the lurking sense of hurt lined his eyes.

With a sigh, I shook my head, trying to wrap my mind around it all.

"No, of course I don't regret it. It was " fumbling for the words, I smiled, "amazing."

"So, round two?" He replied with a sedvctive gleam in his eyes as he stepped forward.

Shock filled me as I stared at him in disbelief. "Noooo!"

Pushing past him, I moved towards the door only to have him follow me down the hall.

"What the hell's wrong?" He called after me as I opened my bedroom door and turned to stare at him.

Are you serious right now, Damian?" I asked, trying to understand why he couldn't see how wrong this was. "I loved everything about last night. The food, drinks, and the s*x. But we are here to replace James. Not drink and fvck the week away." His lips met into a tight, firm line as he stared at me with clenched fists. "So, replaceing my brother is more important than spending time with me?

I could tell he was angry. It was of no surprise by his reaction to my comment.

"For you to automatically think that proves how you look at things. I'm going to take a shower, Damian. I think you should do the Same so we can start picking up the pieces and get our family back together."

With a sigh of disappointment, I closed the door behind me and left Damian in the hallway. I didn't want to argue with him, but last flight shouldn't have happened in this way

I mean, it should have happened, but not under the circumstances.

I didn't want James to think that we weren't putting him first. Not that he would know

Frustration filled me as I let the scalding hot water run across my skin, soothing my muscles. The soreness of the night's events was lingering after effect, and my head hurt from the amount of liquor I drank. Stepping from my room forty-five minutes later, I headed for the kitchen in search of food.

Damian sat at the bar with a plate in front of him and his head within his laptop. Biting my bottom l!p I watched him as guilt flooded my heart. "I'm sorry."

Slowly his eyes looked up at me as he furrowed his brows in confusion for what?

*For acting the way I did. I mumbled as i fidgeted under his gaze

I wasn't intentionally wrong about how I acted, but at the same time, I could have approached the conversation better. My actions hadn't been fair to him. "It's okay," he sighed. "You were right."

Taken aback by his admission, a small smile formed across my l!ps, "I'm sorry... can you repeat that?"

He chuckled, rolling his eyes, "no I know you heard me. Don't get used to it."

As much as I wanted to hear him say it again, I didn't push the issue. Just knowing that he wasn't upset at me made me happy. At the end of the day, if we wanted to replace the guys, we couldn't be fighting with each other. "Have you got any leads yet?" I asked as I approached him, looking at what he was searching through on his computer. A list of possible tip locations lined a spreadsheet with the guys' names at the top.

The only thing concerning me about this was the fact Talon's column was relatively empty.

"Yeah, I got a tip last night, actually." He replied, "James was at the restaurant."

My fears were accurate, and much as I didn't want James to know what happened, he saw it firsthand. "He was watching us there?"

Nodding, he clenched his jaw. "I know what you're thinking, Ivy. Please don't let that eat at you."

How was he going to tell me not to let it bother me?

James had been there, and I could have been in his arms. Instead, he watched Damian and I enjoy ourselves while he had been a complete wreck since the bond broke.

"We have to replace him, Damian. I don't want him,"

"Ivy, don't. Don't think like that." He pleaded, "I am going out tonight to replace him. I promised you that I would, and I intend to keep that promise."

Hope filled me at his words. I wanted more than anything to see James again, and if Damian was going to look for him, hopefully he would show himself.

Hopefully.