Chapter 23 King
King
Annabel is legit crazy. After witnessing her with Victoria out back earlier, I have no room to make the wrong move.
This isn’t about wanting to fuck her anymore.
I have to think of the club, of Luca and his old lady.
It’s clear as day how much Luca loves Victoria, if Annabel upsets Victoria in any which way, Luca will burn the whole fucking world down around us.
It doesn’t take long to track her down to the back corner of the bar with yet another book in her hands.
Without taking her eyes off of her book, she says, “If you’re trying to fuck me again, then go away, and leave me alone.”
I snort. “Nah, I’m over that now, but I can’t have you causing grief for my president or his old lady, so this is how it’s gonna go.” She smiles up at me and it sends a shiver down my spine.
“Oh, please, do enlighten me.” Her sarcasm rolls off me.
“Since you can’t be trusted, I’m going to be everywhere you are.” Hearing this, her smile slips. “Your father has two weeks till the election is over. So for the next fourteen days we’re gonna be best fuckin’ friends.”
“Yeah, no, I don’t think so. You can run along now.”
Ripping the book out of her hands, I rip a bunch of pages out and toss it across the bar. She jumps up to her feet and shoves me in the chest.
“You fucking asshole!”
She barges by me and snatches the shredded pages from behind me.
“There’s something seriously wrong with you,” she accuses.
She spins and gets in my face, though she only comes up to my chin. She prods her finger in the middle of my chest.
“Don’t ever touch what’s mine again.”
Smirking, I ask, “Or what?”
“Or, you won’t like how I retaliate.”
My laughter infuriates her. “Just so you know, you don’t call the shots here. We do, so get used to it.”
Her eyes soften. “And what are the sleeping arrangements?”
Smirking, I tell her, “Since this is a twenty-four hour thing, where you are, I am. You won’t be able to inhale without me watching you exhale.”
She runs her finger down my arm. I look down and watch the change in her go from pissed to soft in the blink of an eye.
“I’m not tired,” she tells me like I give a shit.
“Well I am, so move your ass or I’ll throw you over my shoulder.”
Her eyes widen, but she isn’t scared of my threat. She picks up her book and takes in the haul I’ve acquired from the kitchen. A few beers and a couple bags of chips.
“I seriously don’t need you up my ass every second.”
With my free hand, I go to urge her to move before she steps out of reach.
“I can walk myself.”
“So walk,” I snap, then add, “And for your information, you’d love it if I were up your ass.”
Her laughter is light and follows us up the stairs. I already had the prospect drag her shit from her room to mine.
Once she’s through the door, I lock up behind her and shove the key in my pocket.
“Are you for real?”
“I can’t trust you for shit. If you need out, wake me up.”
“I’m not tired, asshole.”
“Put a movie on or something” I toss the television remote on the bed and take my boots off.
I remain dressed and fall on top of the bed, stretching my legs out. At least I can sleep knowing she won’t cause Victoria any grief.
I reach for the remote myself and turn the TV on, flicking through the channels until I hit a movie.
“Am I supposed to get changed in front of you?” she snaps.
“Trust me, I’m not interested.”
The lie comes out so easily. I don’t look as she quickly changes into an oversized t-shirt. I keep my eyes on the TV screen as she dives under the sheets.
“Are they clean?”
“The maid came by earlier and changed them especially for you, your highness.”
For a brief moment there is golden silence between us, only the movie playing low in the background.
Her hand slowly makes its way up my thigh and I arch my brow at the new tactic of hers.
“You’re solid muscle,” she murmurs.
“You’re wasting your time,” I play along.
She smiles and climbs out from under the sheets. She whips her t-shirt off and straddles me.
It’s a chore not to glance at her tits, or let my dick run away with itself.
“I thought you’d never fuck me,” I state.
“If I close my eyes, I can pretend you’re Luca.”
“You’re fuckin’ crazy.”
“Yet you still want to fuck me.”
She leans over, pressing her lips to my neck. Soft as fuck. I give up trying to restrain myself. My dick is hard within seconds, and I barely restrain myself from taking her in this moment.
“I’d fuck anyone, don’t feel too special,” I lie but for a brief second, the satisfaction of wiping that smirk off her face lingers.
I realise the more I treat her like shit, make out I don’t want anything from her, the more I draw her in. She’s more fucked up then any of us could have guessed.
She undoes my belt and pops my jeans button open. Unzipping me slowly, I struggle to maintain my patience. But still, I let her do her thing. I lift my ass to help her pull my jeans down.
“Please tell me you have a condom, or that,” she stares at my dick, “will be such a waste.”
“In my wallet, back pocket.”
It doesn’t take her long to retrieve it and rip it open.
Keeping it in one hand, she sweeps all her hair over one shoulder and leans over, running her tongue along my shaft and back down to my balls.
It’s fucking hard letting her keep control of the night, but I allow it.
I’m interested in seeing where this goes.
The last crazy chick I fucked was a wild time and as much as I want to forget everything about her, I’ll never be able to forget the sex.
Making sure to lock up after me, I leave a sleeping Annabel in bed and head down to the bar.
Trey is huddled in the corner at his laptop, and he waves me over. I grab a beer on my way and light a cigarette after I’ve sat down.
“I’ve done a deeper dig on the Mayor and I got the usual shit come back, but Annabel, she’s a different story.”
My gut twists, knowing crazy shit is going to come to light. “Go on, what’s wrong with her.”
“Her school record was full of complaints from teachers and other students. Of course nothing came of it once her father got involved. From her college record, it looks like daddy paid her way through. And there were four police complaints.”
“Such as?”
“Stalking. Harassment. Setting a guy’s car on fire. And a bar fight. From what I gather, she becomes infatuated quickly and deeply.”
“She’s a great fuck, though,” I add.
Rolling his eyes, Trey closes his laptop and stands. “You should be fine, it seems she has set her sights on Luca. As long as you keep her busy and away from him, we should survive.”
He slaps me on the shoulder as he leaves, and I tip my beer to my lips. It doesn’t matter how much she wants Luca, she will never have him. In the meantime, I’m more than happy to keep her distracted.