“It’s complicated.”
I give a rough laugh. “How is your ex, fuck buddy, whatever a complication? You either still want to fuck her or you don’t.”
His jaw sharpens and he runs a hand through his hair.
I go on, “Plus, I saw her last night at the Airport. She was all over you.” Okay, so maybe that’s an exaggeration but the bitch was thirsty. And she would have jumped his bones if he would have let her. Even Jasmine said that Lucy would take him however she could have him.
He stands from his chair. “Did you see me blow her off too?” he asks, walking over to me and pushing my ass up against the side of his desk. He reaches out and gently pushes my hair off my shoulders and runs his knuckles up my neck, pushing my head back in the process.
“She wants you.” I fill the silence, my breathing picking up. Not wanting to let him distract me from the conversation. “And if that’s what you want, tell me now. Don’t string me along.”
Gripping my hair, I cry out when he jerks my head to where I’m forced to look up at him. “Let’s clear something up then.” He licks his lips. “You’re fucking mine, April. I don’t want Lucy. Not anymore.” His blue eyes roam my face. “I haven’t touched her nor anyone else since I’ve been with you.”
I swallow at his confession.
“All I think about is you.” He lowers his lips to my neck and kisses his way up to my ear. “I only want to fuck you.” My breath hitches when he begins to nibble on my ear. “The only woman I want to be with is you.”
My arms wrap around his neck. “Be with?” As in girlfriend? We haven’t said it out loud just yet.
“The question is, am I the only one you want?” He presses his hips into mine, pinning me to the desk and I can feel how hard he is.
“Yes,” I breathe.
He pulls away and my heavy eyes look up at him. “I promise that I’m all yours, April. Are you all mine?”
I nod my head, licking my lips. “Of course, …”
His lips land on mine and he lifts me off my feet, slamming my ass down on the desk before he rips my shirt up and over my head.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
GRAVE
“YOU LOST THEM again?” Cross asks me as he stands in my bedroom at the Royal Suite in Kingdom.
“I had them in my bag,” I growl, shuffling through my closet. I don’t plan on coming back here tonight before me and April go to dinner, so I needed to grab some clothes.
He sits down on the edge of my bed. “And you didn’t take them?”
I snort. “I would know if I had taken an entire bottle of pills last night.”
He shrugs, flipping his Zippo open and closed. “Maybe April took them out.”
I shake my head. “One, she didn’t know they were there, and two, she wouldn’t have had the chance. She sucked my dick on the way to her house, and the moment we arrived, we went straight upstairs to her room. After we were done, she passed out and never left. It had to have been her brother.”
“But why would he steal from you?” he asks. “He has to know that you’d find them missing, put two and two together and then beat his ass.”
“Yeah, well I think we’ve established that he doesn’t think most of the time.”
“True.”
“I’m going over to the Airport to talk to him before I go to April’s.”
“Want me to go with you?” he asks, standing.
“Nah. I won’t be there long.”
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I sit at the round table inside the Airport, having a conversation with Trey when my cell vibrates. I remove it from my pocket and put in my code. It’s a text from April.
April: Red or black?
Me: Do I get pictures to choose from?
April: Nope. Choose. Red or black.
Me: Black.
She reads it but doesn’t reply, so I lock my screen and place it back in my pocket when the door opens and Lucy walks in. I never did reply to that video she sent me. I deleted it, and that was that. She tried to confront me before I fought last night, but I ignored her then too. Lucy is a smart woman, and I thought she would catch on, but obviously, I was wrong.
Trey’s cell rings, and he pushes away from the table to answer it in the office, leaving us alone.
Lucy stands there with her hands on her hips and a smile on her face. She licks her lips as they travel down to my jeans. “Well, hello, sexy.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask her. “Working tonight?”
“Nope. Came by to get my check.”
Lie. She gets paid in cash. Nightly. But whatever. I’m not going to call her out on it.