“Why would we do that?” Alek drawled.
“Hmm, maybe because I got a nice little text message from him this morning, all concerned. You probably don’t have as much to worry about. Nik, on the other hand.” She tilted her head to the side and shook it.
“Excuse me, what did I do?” He laughed.
“Well, it seems you neglected to update him about me meeting Sebastian. But no worries, the damn little snitch got to him first,” she hissed.
“Snitch? Are you calling Sebastian a snitch?” Alek laughed hard.
“If the shoe fits, then he should certainly wear it. Damn busybody, and to think, I let him look at my titties. Ungrateful man.”
We all erupted in laughter, and right about that time, we each heard our phones ping, a group message from Marcel.
She smiled. “Don’t tell me, our very distinguished doctor? Probably ready to tear into your very toned and fine-looking asses on my behalf.”
“Wow, Marcel is pissed that I let Sebastian watch. That’s quite unfair, you know. I tried to disconnect the call. You’re the one who wanted him to stay and watch. Then you turned around to show him our pretty titties,” Nik said with a grin.
“Oh, trust me, I’m sure I’ll have to dissect that choice to the point where it won’t resemble what it initially started out to be,” she said.
“And what did it initially start out to be?” Alek asked. He pulled her from her chair and into his arms.
He took a seat and settled her between his legs. Her hands went immediately to his arms and then traveled to trace his head around his ears. She spoke to him as she caressed him sensually.
“Control, Reaper. I wanted to exercise mine and maybe prove I’m not a tiny tot. That’s what he called me, you know. I’m no tiny tot.”
“You’re actually quite tiny, and I love it. My tiny, naughty kitty, but you’re right in one sense. You’re not so tiny here.” He caressed her breasts. Then he moved to her ass, squeezing her cheeks in his hands. “You’re not tiny here, either. Tell me, did you show Sebastian this as well?”
“I may have, my King.” He smacked her ass hard in response. She yelped. “What was that for?” she exclaimed, rubbing where he’d hit.
“This is the property of your Kings, not Kings & Caruso LTD. Do not make me tell you again, kitten.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her voice trembling.
“Now, sit down and tell us what you were going on about when we came in.” He gently pushed her back over to her chair. She took it and started playing with her hair.
“I know you might say no, but hear me out first. Mr. Dulaine informed me that there’s an opportunity—”
“No,” Alek said, cutting her off.
“You didn’t let me finish.” She looked hurt.
“If it has anything at all to do with Mr. Dulaine, the answer is no.”
“That’s not fair. He is a nice man, and he gets me.”
“Watch what you say, young lady. I’ve got an itch to slap that ass some more,” Alek warned.
“How is what I do with Mr. Dulaine any different from what you’re currently doing with Allison?” She crossed her arms.
“We’ve talked about Allison, and while I can absolutely say I have zero feelings for her, can you say the same about your dance instructor? Think hard before you answer and remember he touched your ass the last time you danced together. I’ve never touched Allison’s. Sure you want to open that can of worms? Allison’s training is for her to eventually perform. Are you looking to perform on stage anytime soon?”
“No, Sir,” she mumbled.
I knew he cared for Kinsley. We all did in our own ways, but he was fighting it the most. It was a losing battle. He was just too blind to see it. I’d come to terms with the fact that I loved her.
If it were up to me alone, I’d give her everything her heart desired. I loved every damn thing about her. From her bratty attitude to her sensuality. Her soft heart, her voice, the way she moved. The way she loved my brothers.
She understood the nuances of each of our personalities and had shown me that our lives before her were functional, at best. We hadn’t been living, not in the proper sense. It was hard to explain. Maybe that was why he was fighting it so hard.
