"And even if Iwasgay, fucker, what would be the problem with that?Hm?"I cock my head. "Because if Iweregay, I promise you'd know about it, 'cause I don't have nothing to hide, pendejo. Not likeyou,right?"
His eyes go wide, and his nostrils flare as he sucks in a sharp breath. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
A sick pleasure fills me.
"You know exactly what. It takes one to know one, Joseph," I say, standing up and snuffing out my cigar. Leaning forward, I look down my nose at him, feeling the corner of my mouth tilt up. "Tell me, how was it blowing out Tim's asshole last week? I saw him today, and he still don't look like he can walk right yet. Looks like you both had a great time to me."
The men all glance uncomfortably at each other before snapping their eyes to Joseph who gets a rare, evil look on his face. His lip curls, and he wets his lips as he narrows his eyes at me, sitting back in his seat. "I don't know what thefuckyou're talking about," he says, his voice deepening with tension.
"Send my regards to Cecilia," I say lightly, referencing his intended. "Hopefully she doesn't kill you in about five years when she finds out your secret."
Landon, Cecilia's brother, snaps his head over to Joseph and leans forward in his seat. "What the fuck is he talking about? You fucking around on my sister?"
Joseph cuts spite-filled eyes at me. "You fucking asshole. Who do you think you are,you piece of shit?"
I lean forward. "I'm a motherfuckingKing.You'd do well to remember it, too," I snarl, giving him a scathing look back, wrapping both hands around the edge of the table threateningly, and jostle ithard.
The men get a surprised look on their faces and scoot back as the pitcher of beer overturns on him, soaking his shirt and spilling into his lap.
Uncomfortable and pissed off at myself for using my name to assert my status, I turn, ignoring the sound of punches being thrown and glass shattering, shoving my hands into my pockets and calmly skirting the various private tables, dancers, and servers carrying trays of drinks. I find the exit door and make my way outside to the valet stand on the side lawn, thankful for fresh air.
"King," I say in bored tone, watching as the valet gets my keys and then runs off towards the hidden parking area. I stand to the side and pull out my phone again, opening the screen I'd been forced to abandon earlier. The real reason for my ire.
I smile as the screen lights up.
She's still there.
Melody moves around the screen of my phone; the image sent to me via a hidden camera I'd paid her dorm's maintenance guy to plant. The camera points down to her bed, showing me a lot of her dorm room, minus her roommate's bed. I'm not interested.
No, the object of my desire hasallof my attention and affection.
Hence, why I can't focus on anyone else. Nor have I been with anyone else since I've met her.
I couldn't even imagine sinking my cock in anyone else. I think it'd break my damn heart.
Melody's currently crawling around her bed on her hands and knees, tucking the fitted sheets around the mattress and smoothing her pillowcase. She walks the two feet over to her roommate's bed and snatches up her comforter, placing it down before flopping down on her belly to try and shove the thick blanket between her mattress and the concrete wall.
I make a soft noise of amusement, grabbing my keys from the valet who'd just parked and hopped out.
"Thanks, man," I say, handing him a hundred dollar tip.
Sliding into my car, I mount my phone and pull off into the night, headed to NYU where she lives. I text her quickly, needing to see her.
Care for company, butterfly? -Mase
In the camera I see her snatch her phone up off her nightstand and then lean her weight on her left hip. She shoves her curls to the side and then starts tapping at her phone.
Hi Masey! Sure, but I don't have anything to eat here. Or to drink, except water. -Mel
Getting the hint, I swerve when I see a store ahead. Parking illegally, I run in to buy a couple cans of sprite. Getting back in my car, I take back off quickly, glancing in the rearview mirror to make sure my security, Dante, is still on my tail, and we make it to the university in record time. Parking nearby, I grab the cans and shove them under my arm, sauntering past campus security with Dante behind me. He nods at us and then goes back to his book, unconcerned. I smile.
Money really does make the world go around, and don't let anyone tell you otherwise.
We journey up three floors in silence and then veer right down the hallway until I get to room 309 and knock. Melody opens the door with a wide smile and, like always, her face takes my breath away.
"Hey, butterfly," I greet her, leaning down to pull her into my arms.
"Hiii,"she sings. Peeking over my shoulder, she calls out, "Hey, Dante. How're you?"
