Chapter 14
Kingsley
Another big city.
Another luxury hotel with another room that was cold and dead without Rosalie in it.
Everyone was unpacking as she headed to the craft table, pulling out her phone.
“Wow, some of these headlines. PLAYBOY LOST HIS TOUCH? Your girlfriend deciding she likes your best friend better. That’s embarrassing for you,” Rosalie said smugly.
I couldn’t even look at her without my cock stiffening in my pants, leaking uncomfortably down my leg.
“You think I give a fuck about her? I never did.”
She grabbed a sushi roll from the craft table and popped it into her mouth.
“You don’t have to be a big strong man with me, Kings. I know it hurts.”
I knew Rosalie was trying to wind me up, and in the past I could have crooked one little finger and she’d have come running. But that dynamic was gone and never coming back. And she didn’t need to wind me up. If I was wound anymore up, I was going to come in my pants.
“Marry me,” I said.
She only glared at me, popping another sushi roll in her mouth and closing her jaws with a snap.
“You’re a moron.”
Hot blood was running through my veins, and she was just standing there taunting me. Just a few damn feet away, and I took two strides over, gripping her ponytail until I felt my pulse pounding.
I bent her backwards over the craft table, boxing her in with my thighs, feeling my cock pressing down on her belly.
With my teeth, I ripped off the bandage around my ring finger and showed her what was underneath.
“You don’t believe I’m committed to you? Look what’s on my finger! I’ve already got my goddamn wedding band tattooed on there!”
Her eyes widened as she saw the beautifully scrolled R on my finger. Unmissable. Unmistakable.
I was a taken man. And everyone would know it.
Please please let this be enough
“I’m sorry, god damn it! I was an ass. You’re the only one I want. All this shit doesn’t matter if you’re mad at me.”
My pulse was pounding so hard I felt the veins throbbing in my forehead, but Rosalie didn’t seem affected at all.
I had her bent fucking backwards, my hands burning as they surrounded her waist.
But she only rolled her eyes. I couldn’t even feel her pulse racing, like it always did.
I felt sick to my stomach.
What the—shit, surely she wasn’t serious about being through with me?
Panic filled me.
It couldn’t be too late.
I bent to her throat. There was no way she could resist this. I gave her hair a little pull, took her skin in my teeth and ran my tongue down to her clavicle.
She tasted delicious, silky sweet skin.
“No one tastes like you,” I groaned in her ear, feeling so desperate to touch her again, to feel her hands on my body.
But she only shrugged me off and walked away.
“Come on, Rosalie,” I pleaded. “Give me a chance. I can prove I’ll be a good boyfriend.”
“Beg on your knees, then.”