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Chapter Eight
Kingston
I wake up hard and horny, and it’s Skye's face I’m picturing in my mind. I groan as I rub my forehead and roll out of bed.
"You're the last person I want to be thinking about," I mutter under my breath as I head to the bathroom to splash my face with water.
I stretch my arms, look at my reflection in the mirror, and shake my head yet again. I'm still tired. I drank way too much the night before, and all I can think about is how I wondered how Skye could not possibly have known that the dude she was flirting with was gay.
Get a clue, girl. I think to myself as I smile.
I head back to the bedroom and grab my phone. I see that Remington has messaged me so I call him.
"Yo, what's up, dude?" he says, answering within a couple of rings.
"Not much. Why are you blowing up my phone on a Saturday morning?"
"I wanted to know if you wanted to hit the gym, do some bench presses, and—"
"Uh, not at five o'clock in the morning, and I was out last night."
"I was out last night too, but I woke up early."
"Okay, good for you."
"So, how are you feeling today?" he asks, his tone amused.
"How am I feeling today? Is that a loaded question?"
"Well, you kind of had an interesting night."
"You know what, Remington? If you are trying to discuss how I embarrassed myself by calling my assistant, then you're out of luck because I am not going to be discussing that anymore."
"You want to bang the living daylights out of her, don't you?"
"No, I do not, and as far as I'm concerned, that's the end of that discussion as well."
"Uh-huh." He chuckles. "Why don't we bet on that?"
"Actually, Remington, I have a date tonight with a woman who doesn't work for me, and I need to make a reservation for dinner, so unless you have something mightily important to discuss with me right now, I've got to go."
"Oh, you have a date tonight? With who?"
"You don't know her."
"Uh-huh. Her name's not Skye, is it?"
"No. Maybe her name's Juniper."
"Juniper?" He laughs. "Oh, you think that would upset me if you wanted to date my assistant?"
"Yeah, I have a feeling it would."
"For real, dude, she probably needs to get some. She looks like she spends every Saturday night with her books, cuddled on a couch with her cats."
"She has cats?"
"I don't know, but she reminds me of a cat lady."
"What's a cat lady, Remi?"
"I don't know. Someone who’s librarian-like? I mean, maybe she has a man, I don't know. She and I have never discussed it. We don't discuss those sorts of things."
"Well, good for you," I say. "Anyway, I've got to go, okay?"
"Okay, have fun on your date tonight."
"I will," I say, hanging up on him.
I don’t actually have a date tonight, but it sounded like a good excuse. I do need to get my mind off Skye, and there’s nothing better to get your mind off of one woman than another woman.
I think for a few moments, debating which woman I'm going to call and ask out.
There's Olivia, but she loves to hear herself talk, and I have a feeling if I invite her out for dinner, she'll already be planning an engagement.
Then there's Popsella. Popsella is a stage-five clinger, though, and I don't need that in my life. I rack my brain and come up with Angelica; beautiful, blonde Angelica. She’s a model from Lithuania and always a good time.
She isn't looking for anything serious, and that’s what I need right now.
I scroll through my contacts and press the button to FaceTime her once I get to her name. It rings five times before she answers.
"Why, hello there. Is this the handsome Kingston Chase calling me?" she says in her Eastern European accent.
"Hey, darling, how are you?"
"I'm very good. I'm quite surprised to hear from you."
"Why is that?"
"It's been a while," she says.
"I wasn't sure if you were in New York or not. I know your career's been blowing up."
She pushes her shoulders back and tilts her head higher.
It’s clear she’s happy at the compliment.
She waves her well-manicured fingers in the air, flashing a large diamond ring, and tosses back her hair.
"Well, that's true. I did just get back from Croatia.
I'm in a small movie that was filming there. "
"Oh, congrats."
"Thank you. Now, to what do I owe the pleasure, Kingston?"
"I was wondering if you'd like to grab dinner tonight."
"Oh, really?" She pauses.
"Yeah, that's kind of why I called. Are you free, or…?"
"Yes, I can be free. Where are we going?"
"Well, I was going to let you have your pick."
"What about dinner at your place?" she says. "I think I'd quite like to become familiar with your new bedroom set."
I freeze for a moment, wondering what she's talking about, and then I remember the last time we went out.
We had both been anxious to have sex, but then she wanted to come back to my place so she could wake up to me making her breakfast in bed.
I told her that I didn't have a bedroom set and a new one was being delivered, and we'd gone to a hotel instead. I'd almost forgotten about that.
"Yeah. Well, I mean, I don't want you to think that I'm only interested in your body, Angelica. I would love to take you to a nice meal first," I say, not really wanting to make her dinner and have her stay the night.
When women stay the night, it makes me uncomfortable. I hate waking up to them staring at me, to them touching me. It isn’t that I don't enjoy their company, I just like being by myself that much more, especially in my own bed.
"Oh, so I take it you still have those same issues, Kingston," she says with a sigh.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about, Angelica."
"Your fear of commitment."
"I don't know that I have a fear of commitment."
"Then why, in all the years that I've known you, have you never told me you have a girlfriend?"
"Because I feel like it’d be unfair to all the women in the world."
"What would be unfair, Kingston?"
"To lock me up. I mean, shouldn't everyone have a chance with me?"
"Oh, Kingston," she titters. "You are very American."
"I don't know what that means."
"It means that you're arrogant and that you're pompous, but I let you get away with it because you're very rich, you're very handsome, and you have a big cock."
"Well, I'm glad that you enjoy your time with me."
"I do, and I'm very much looking forward to meeting Mr. Big Cock again tonight," she whispers in a sultry tone. "Will we be getting another hotel room, or…?"
"Sure," I say.
Part of the reason I like Angelica is that she's so straightforward. It's been over two years since we've seen each other, and yet she still wants me.
"So, I'll make a reservation, and I can have a car pick you up?"
“It's fine. I'll probably be getting drinks with my friends before dinner, so send me the address, and I'll meet you there."
"Perfect. See you later."
"Bye-bye, Kingston. See you soon. I guess I will go and get waxed now." She squeals like a strangled cat and hangs up.
I stare down at the phone and shake my head.
"Well, she's certainly not leaving much to the imagination, is she?" I mutter to myself as I grin.
I walk into the kitchen and turn on my espresso machine so I can make a coffee.
"Okay, where shall we go to dinner?" I ask myself as I reach for a bag of bread to make some toast.
I have no idea where I'm going to take her. All I know is that it's going to be a good night, and I will fuck the living daylights out of Angelica and completely forget about Skye and her red hair, fiery green eyes, and the way she scowls when she sees me.
My heart thuds for a second as I think of her.
She is definitely something, and I don't know what I'm going to do with her.
I wonder if she's going to be angry at me forever for the comments I made, even though I was only trying to avoid any potential heartbreak. And if I’m honest with myself, it isn't that I don't want to bang her; it’s just that I know the consequences of banging her would be horrible for both of us.
I think about calling her for a moment to explain my thought process in regard to the call the previous day, but I know that would be a mistake.
I just need to let it go. I just need to forget that Skye is anything more than my assistant, because I need to enforce and remember that I am the boss and she is the employee, and if there is one thing I've learned from experience, it’s that you should never sleep with the people that work with you.
That never ends well.
My phone beeps, and I pick up when I realize it’s Max.
“Yo, what’s going on? I’m about to head out.”
“Whittaker Matlock is going to be at The Z Club with two of his teammates tonight. I suggest you get your ass down there with some paperwork and try to woo us some new clients.”
“I have plans tonight and no paperwork.”
“Tell your damn assistant to write some shit up and meet you there,” he growls. “This is big money, Kingston. We’re talking well over seven figures.” His comment makes me freeze. There’s nothing I love more than money.
“Fine. I’ll see what I can do.” I hang up and call Skye, ignoring the slight thrill of excitement I feel as I listen to her phone ringing.
“Yes?” she snaps and I grin into the phone.
“You sound happy to hear from me.”
“I’m a better actress than I thought then.”
“I need you to go to the office, print off some new client documents, and meet me at Club Z.”
“What? Is this a joke?”
“Do I sound like I’m joking?”
“But I have plans tonight.”
“Cancel them. You have a job to do.”
“But…”
“Do you want this job? This is important, Skye.”
“I’m so annoyed right now.” She sounds pissed. “I have really important plans.”
“Change them. I had a hot date tonight, and I will have to change it as well. This is life when you work in—”
“Save me the lecture. It’s not like we’re superheroes saving the world,” she mumbles. “But fine, I will see if I can change my plans.”
“Good. Wear something slinky as well. I need you to dress to impress.”
“Really?”
“Really. I’ll send a car to your place, and then it will bring you to Club Z. Be ready by seven.”