‘Oh, and should I feel honored for winning in front of two tramps that would’ve slept with you after two words and a drink from the free bar?’ He seriously pissed me off.
‘Ahh, you’re jealous again.’
‘I am not!’
‘Don’t have to hide it, Mouse. I love it when you’re jealous. Turns me on.’
‘I repeat. I AM NOT jealous.’
‘Have it your way. I guess I’m going to take them up on that offer a little later. I think they said 13B...or was it C? Who cares? I’ll just search around.’
Ok. I was jealous, ‘Just close the door behind you when you leave. I need to call Brax.’
‘What for?’
‘For...a thing,’ Besides being as jealous as it got, I was also a lousy liar.
‘You think you can use some reverse psychology shit again to make me jealous with Brax? Nice try. I do appreciate the attempt. Makes me want to fuck the coils of anger rushing through your veins,’ he arched an eyebrow as he was one step away from going back on his plan. ‘But not here.’
‘What’s that supposed to mean?’ I retaliated.
‘You’ll see. Get dressed before we’re late. Everyone was invited to the party last night. It’sthisone that you need a special invitation for.’
‘What should I change into?’
‘Think casual sexy and toss a dress on.’
‘Your wish is my command. I’ll beready by the time you finish with the twins.’ I could never keep my mouth shut and that brought his face one inch away from mine in a second.
‘I just told you that it turns me on when you’re jealous,’ he took my hand, guiding it straight to the bulge in his pants. He was very much awakened! ‘Now, if you don’t want to continue from where we left off, I suggest you get fucking dressed and we get going.’ Tough decision on my part, especially since the ache between my thighs hadn’t yet found a chance to settle down.
Strangely enough, things with Cole were turning more into a game than a task that I needed to fulfill in keeping my end of the bargain. And that was beginning to be a problem no matter how hard I tried denying it.
‘Ready,’ I returned from the bathroom dressed in a tight wool-blend black dress and a short pair of matching boots. ‘Do you want me to change?’
‘Nah, you’re perfect like this. Besides, we match.’ He was right. The black shirt he had on, dark ripped jeans, and matching black stylish boots would lead one to think we planned our outfits to match. Pretty cool, if you ask me.
The afterparty, because I believe that is what it was— an afterparty, seemed much more tempered than the one from last night. Fewer people were attending. So few that I actually got to see the space we were in. Turns out, our location was an immense living room that stretched throughout the whole first floor, being separated into several sitting areas. In the center, there was a gigantic U-shaped set of couches, orientated towards the biggest TV I’d ever seen. It was kind of giving me the walking into Gulliver’s land vibes. No money wasted for supreme luxury.
‘Let’s get something to eat. I think we skipped dinner yesterday,’ Cole escorted me to the food stand.
‘And breakfast and lunch,’ I stated since oversleeping in Brax’s bed had made me skip a few meals.
‘I guess I should take better care of you then,’ he wrapped an arm around my waist while I was trying to decide if he was kidding or not.
No wonder Cole paid for the Michelin chef and his staff. The food was sublime, and that wasn’t because I hadn’t eaten in almost two days.
The atmosphere was much cozier than the one the night before. There was still a weight floating in the air, but the danger seemed to have been dissipated— a little. Maybe because everyone still had a hangover, or was still drunk.
Camden and Treyton came to greet Cole at some point, each one with a new conquest buzzing around them. Though I wasn’t sureconquestwas the right word. Anyway, I was willing to bet I saw the girls coming here with different dates. Thegodsmust’ve spoken to them.
Not too many interactions happened after that. Just a few hours spent with Cole between people who were either continuing the party or sobering up. My kings’ attitude was a lot different from the one last night, and if the night before, he could keep his hands to himself, today was a whole different deal. Our lips were sealed while his hands seemed to have been glued to my bottom, squeezing it so tightly it was beginning to hurt. A nice pain. An all-consuming pain. The kind that pulsed below my mid-waist, drawing my body to his in an undeniable need to feel him close.
‘What did you find out last night?’ I whispered while my tongue was melting over his ear.
‘Just don’t move and I’ll tell you,’ he groaned against my neckline, twisting a few fingers in my hair to keep my head in the exact same position. He liked knowing that I was acting out of my own will. And I loved knowing that, for once, he didn’t want to control me. ‘I did good, and I’m going to need a reward soon,’ he groaned again as my lips moved against his jawline.
‘Mhmmm,’ I delicately murmured. Judging by the dampness of my panties, I would also need a reward soon.
