Chapter 8 #2
I start imagining her bent over a desk with her skirt hiked up as I pound into her. My hands tightly grip her ass as I drive myself deeper. Her loud moans fill the—
Shaking my head, I blow out a breath.
I need to get a hold of myself. Now is not the time to be having sexual fantasies about my ex.
“God, you must be hammered right now,” I say, chuckling.
“Nooo, I’m not,” she slurs.
“Where are you? I’ll come pick you up.”
“Heey, yooou. Where are we?”
I hear a girl’s voice answering her in the background.
“I’m at Lush Lounge,” Annalise says.
I do a quick search of the place on my GPS app—it’s only ten minutes away. With my Ferrari, I could be there in no time.
“Hang tight. I’ll be there soon, Monroe.”
“Please hurrry, Maddy Bear! I’m sooo hooornyyy!” She bursts into a fit of giggles and the line disconnects.
“Everything okay?” Hannah comes up behind me and wraps her arms around my waist.
I turn to face her. “I gotta take care of something important. I’ll be back later.”
“Okay. Hurry back. I’ll be waiting.” She nibbles on my ear, and then opens the door to let me out.
I search the packed club for Annalise and spot her standing in the back by the bar, barely able to hold herself up.
Lowering my cap over my face, I weave through the crowd, praying that no one recognizes me. Normally I don’t mind entertaining my fans, but I don’t want to lose sight of Annalise. She’s drunk and alone in a bar. I don’t want anything bad to happen to her.
“Kamadooo, you maaade it!” She throws her arms around my neck, the pungent smell of liquor radiating off of her. “I can’t waaait to shooow yooou the new moooves I picked up.”
I shake my head, chuckling. “Come on, Monroe. Let’s get you outta here.” Wrapping my arms around her waist, I guide her as she stumbles out of the club.
I head to the valet stand and hand the attendant my ticket. While I’m waiting for him to bring my car around, a couple next to me erupts into a heated argument.
“I wasn’t flirting with the bartender!” a petite Asian girl with dark black hair shouts at a hefty man.
“Then why the hell was he giving you free drinks?” he shouts back. She pulls at her hair and lets out a loud groan as they continue to argue back and forth.
The valet pulls up with my car, clearly ecstatic that he could drive it even for a short period. I hand him a generous tip and help Annalise into the passenger seat.
“Woo hoo! Let’s keep this party going!” Kicking off her heels, Annalise sprints to the living room.
I spent the entire thirty-minute drive back to my house listening to her sing along to Taylor Swift. I thought she would be exhausted by now, but she is clearly full of energy.
Tsuki comes out of my room and jumps on Annalise. I expect her to growl or bare her teeth, but to my surprise, she wags her tail wildly and sticks out her tongue.
Annalise squats down to pet her. “Oh my goodness, who is this precious fluff ball?”
Tsuki covers her in kisses and Annalise lets out an excited giggle.
“Hey, Kamadooo! Where the hell is the music? I wanna dance!”
“You can dance tomorrow. You need to go to bed.” Taking her hand, I lead her toward my room.
“No! I wanna dance!” She yanks her hand free, strutting to my living room. Her smile widens the moment she spots my Echo. “Alexa! Play ‘WAP’ by Cardi B and Megan Thee Stallion.”
The bass booms through my surround sound as she hops up on the couch, belting out the lyrics and rolling her hips to the beat.
I can’t help but laugh and shake my head as she sings every filthy word.
Her phone buzzes against the floor where she dropped it at the start of her impromptu solo dance party. The screen lights up with an incoming video call from Mazikeen.
Scooping it up from the floor, I swipe to answer it. Mazikeen hates my fucking guts, so I know she’s about to go ballistic when she sees my face.
“Annalise, where the hell—”
Mazikeen’s eyes practically pop out of her skull when she sees me on the screen. “What the fuck are you doing with her?”
“Hello to you too, Mazikeen.” I smile, waving at her—which ticks her off even more. “She was drunk out of her mind at the club, so I came to rescue her. Where were you?”
She glowers at me, nostrils flaring. “Maddox, I swear if you lay one hand on her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I roll my eyes. “Relax. I’m not going to do anything to her.”
“Where is she?”
I flip the camera, revealing Annalise twerking on the couch.
“See? She’s fine. She’s having her own little dance party.”
“What’s your address? I’m coming to get her.”
“No, you’re not,” I say firmly. “You’ve been drinking. You shouldn’t be driving right now. Enjoy your night. I’ll take care of her and bring her back in the morning.”
“I fucking hate you,” she snarls.
“The feeling is mutual.”
I hang up and look over to find Annalise slumped over on the couch, fighting to stay awake. Looks like the dance party is over.
Scooping her up, I carry her to my bedroom and gently lay her on the bed. After stripping down to my briefs, I climb in next to her. It’s been a long night and I don’t have the energy to walk to the guest room.
Annalise reaches over, tugging on my briefs. “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
Chuckling softly, I grab a pillow and place it between us. “Go to bed, Annalise.”
“I’m not”—she lets out a yawn—“sleepy… yet… I want you to fuck…” Her eyelids start drooping and she begins to doze off.
Turning to the side, I watch her chest rise and fall as she drifts off into a peaceful slumber. Her wild hair is spread all over the pillow, her makeup smudged, but she still looks so beautiful.
When morning comes, she’ll go back to hating me. I want to enjoy this moment while it lasts.
The next morning, I step out of the shower and find Annalise bent over the toilet, puking her guts out.
“Rough night?”
Her eyes go wide as she sucks in a sharp gasp. “What the hell am I doing here?”
“How much do you remember from last night?”
Pushing herself to her feet, she leans against the wall, scrubbing a hand down her face. “Not much. Everything’s a blur. I overdid it last night—had four, maybe five drinks?” She pauses, chewing on her bottom lip and rubbing the back of her neck. “And an edible…”
A laugh bubbles from my lips and I shake my head. “Geez. No wonder you were so fucked up.”
I catch her staring at me, her gaze lingering when it drops below my waist.
I clear my throat and she quickly looks away.
She wrinkles her nose and shields her eyes. “Can you please cover up?”
Cocking my head to the side, I smirk. “Why? It’s not like you haven’t seen it before.”
“Well, I don’t want to see it.” She folds her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes. “It’ll make me throw up again.”
Reaching over and snagging a towel off of the rack, I wrap it around myself. “You seemed to be enjoying it last night.”
Heat rises to her cheeks and her eyes go wide.
Taking a step closer, I place my hands on the wall, caging her in. “You were screaming my name over and over…”
“Oh, God! We slept together?” Her hands fly to her mouth. “Fuck, this was a mistake!” she blurts, burying her face in her hands.
“Relax, Monroe.” My hand moves to her inner thigh and I lean in, my lips grazing her ear. “You should already know that if we did sleep together, you’d be struggling to walk right now.”
Goosebumps rise on her skin as I slowly slide my hand up. She bites her lip, arching her back when my hand reaches the hem of her skirt.
For someone who claims she wants nothing to do with me, she clearly seems to want me to pleasure her. But I’m not going to give her what she wants just yet. She’s gonna to have to beg for it.
Removing my hand, I take a few steps back. She frowns, her face crowded with disappointment.
“Why the long face?” I ask, flashing her a devious smile.
She places her hands on her hips, shooting me a glare. “How did I end up here?”
“You drunk dialed me.”
“Oh, bullshit. I deleted your number years ago,” she scoffs.
I place my hand over my chest, smiling. “Aw, I guess you remembered it by heart then. I’m quite touched.”
She rolls her eyes and an impatient groan escapes her lips. “Just tell me what happened, Kamado.”
As I catch her up on the events from last night, a deep shade of crimson flushes her cheeks.
“Oh, God! This is so embarrassing.” She shakes her head. “I can’t believe I said those things to you. I hope you know I didn’t mean any of it!”
“Whatever you say.” I shrug. “You could really use a shower, by the way. You smell like shit.”
“Yeah, sure! Let me hop in the shower and then put my dirty clothes back on. Great fucking idea!” She rolls her eyes at me.
I walk to my room and grab the bag that’s sitting in the corner near my nightstand, then hand it to her.
“I had my assistant buy some clothes for you this morning. I figured you wouldn’t wanna go home in the same clothes from last night.”
“Oh… um, thanks. You didn’t have to do that,” she says, her tone softening. “How much was it? I can pay you back.”
“Don’t sweat it, Monroe.”
I grab my fresh clothes that are lying on the counter and step out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind me.
Dropping my towel to the floor, I change into grey sweatpants and an oversized Dauntless tee.
I walk to the living room, plopping down on the couch and pull out my phone to check my notifications—which I haven’t done since last night.
There are several missed calls and a string of texts from Hannah.
I forgot I told her I’d be back. Oops.
Hannah
Maddox! Where the fuck are you? It’s been over an hour.
Hello? Why aren’t you answering my calls?
You can forget about the blowjob! Don’t ever contact me again, asshole!
I start to type something back but then decide to leave it alone. There’s no use in trying to apologize, because the truth is, I’m not sorry. Not even in the slightest.
Annalise walks into the living room wearing the clothes my assistant picked out for her—a cropped sweater and high-waisted jeans that does wonders for her hips and thick thighs.
Turning my attention back to my phone, I try to clear out the explicit thoughts of her that are running through my mind. Containing myself is going to be a challenge.
Tsuki lifts her head from the bowl and trots over to Annalise, tail wagging with excitement.
“Oh, hi, pretty girl! What’s your name?” Annalise crouches down and pets her soft, fluffy fur.
“Her name is Tsuki. I found her wandering around campus a couple of years ago and decided to take her in.”
Growing up, I always wanted a dog, but Otōsan was never fond of pets.
“Oh, who could abandon this sweet girl?” she coos while rubbing Tsuki’s belly.
“She seems to really like you.” I smile. “It usually takes forever for her to warm up to people. She’s still not a fan of Elijah. She’s house trained, but she pissed on his shoes a few weeks ago.” I laugh, recalling the look on his face when he found his limited-edition sneakers drenched in urine.
She chuckles. “I bet he wasn’t happy about that. He’s always been obsessed with his sneakers.”
“He has a whole room full of them at his penthouse.”
“He sure knows how to spend his money,” she quips, shaking her head.
Stretching out my legs, I lean back into the couch. “Man, I wish I had videos of you from last night. You were hilarious.”
“Well, I’m glad you don’t, because I would rather not die from embarrassment.”
“Wait—you know what? I think the security camera in my living room might’ve captured the footage.”
Opening my app, I scroll through the footage from last night. I find a thumbnail of her dancing and press play. I turn the phone around and show her the video of her dancing to the ‘WAP’ song.
She narrows her eyes, fists clenching at her side. “Maddox! You better delete that shit right now!”
“I think I’m gonna upload it to YouTube,” I tease. “It’ll get loads of views.”
“You better fucking not!” Marching toward the couch, she lunges at me. “Give it to me, now!” She wrestles with me, trying to grab my phone, and ends up on top of me with her legs straddling my hips.
“This feels familiar,” I drawl, staring deep into those captivating sapphire and emerald eyes.
I manage to play it cool, but in reality, I’m losing my mind.
Having her on top of me fully clothed turns me on way more than the women I’ve had naked in my bed.
The countless flings I’ve had over the last few years never amounted to what I had with Annalise.
All of that was meaningless, empty, and purely for pleasure.
I craved her touch, to feel her body on mine.
Man, have I missed being between her legs.
I try to contain myself by focusing on my breathing, but it’s no use. My cock is already fully erect.
“Are you gonna get off of me anytime soon?” I lift a brow, a smirk tugging at my lips. “Or do you plan on staying on top of me for the rest of the day?”
She doesn’t move a muscle but continues to stare at me, mouth agape. Gripping her thighs, I pull her closer to me so she can feel how much I want her.
She gasps loudly, her eyes burning with lust.
Reaching up, my thumb brushes across her bottom lip. “Am I making you nervous?”
“Not at all,” she answers breathlessly.
“The look in your eyes tells a different story. I’ve seen that look many times before.” I drag my fingertips inside the waistband of her jeans and her breathing becomes erratic.
“I hate you…” she whispers.
“Oh, yeah? Then why aren’t you resisting me?” My fingers dig into her hips and I grind into her.
“Maddox…” she moans softly.
Hearing my name escape her perfect lips is sending me to the edge. I have to resist the urge to rip off her clothes and devour every inch of her beautiful body.
She takes control, fisting my shirt as she rocks her hips, rubbing herself against my erection. Her breathing turns shallow, quickening with each movement.
Fuck. If she keeps moving like this, I’m going to make a mess in my pants.
Need overwhelms me. I slip my hand between us and pop the button of her jeans, desperate to feel how wet she is for me. “If you don’t want this,” I murmur, “just say the word and I’ll stop.