Chapter 3
Harlow
“Now, we go in there, clean your hand, then you go home. I don’t want you to leave that damn house until I’m done cleaning up your mess,” I growl, scolding Neo like a child.
“But you just came back,” he pouts. “I wanna fuck you into the wall again.” He gives me a boyish smirk. “Or the table, desk, bed, floor, anything will do, really, I’m not that picky,” he shrugs.
My pussy pulses in agreement.Not now, you traitorous bitch, we have work to do!Work now, fuck later.Although... NO!Fuck, this lack of dick is really fucking with my head.
“Must I remind you, that you’ve been a really naughty boy? Oh, and you will be punished for that by the way.” I glare at him as his eyes grow full of lust. “I have to make sure I still have an empire. These girls are gonna get an ass-kicking here soon.”
“Ohhhh. Can I at least watch? I love a good catfight.” He wiggles his eyebrows, making me crack a smile. Damn it, he's really wormed his way under my skin and straight into my heart. As scared as I was about that idea before, I’m starting to like the warm, fuzzy feeling he gives me.Ugh, I’m such a girl.
“Hush.” I slap his arm. “This is serious.”
“And so is the raging boner that I’m sporting right now.” He groans, cupping the massive bulge in his pants. “I can't stop thinking about that punishment you just promised.”
“Men.” I huff, turning around, and heading for the club doors. Although I’m not gonna lie, I’m pretty fucking excited about that too.
“Fine, fine.” He sighs dramatically as he follows behind. “But you can't blame me. You look so fucking sexy when you’re being a badass.”
Flinging the door open and walking in, I turn around once we’ve both crossed the threshold. “I’m always a badass.” I cock a brow.
“And you’re always fucking sexy,” he points out.
“Always the charmer,” I say with a smile.
“Only speaking the truth,” he says, leaning down and kissing my lips hard and fast, making me moan into his mouth. He pulls back with panicked eyes. “Fuck, sorry. It’s just I love kissing you so damn much, and I’ve been wanting to do that for... forever, and earlier kinda opened a new needy craving inside me. I should have asked.”
I lick my bottom lip, wanting to savor the taste of him. “It’s okay. I think we’re at the point where kissing is... appropriate.”
His eyes light up, before giving me a hungry look. “Careful what you agree to, my Queen. I might not be able to keep my lips off you now.”
“Well, as long as you make sure to give my other body parts some love too, I'll live,” I wink at him.
“Oh trust me, I can do that," he growls, snagging another kiss before slapping my ass and taking off into the club with a whoop.
I just blink like a deer caught in headlights. I don’t know if he's caught up in the moment and didn’t realize he just did something that would get any other man stabbed in the neck.Or maybe their dick cut off.Is he getting a little ballsy because he knows we're, like, together, even if I haven't said the words out loud yet?
I’m going to have to get used to it. I want the guys to touch me in intimate ways. I didn't know how much I wanted that until Cass and I fucked on the rooftop. He wasn't sweet and tender, but he wasn't hard and fast or animalistic, either. Plus, being worshiped in that way, being truly wanted for more than just my body, or simply out of fear, is something I didn't know I needed. I guess it just took the right people to make it feel right.
Hopefully, it will also help me get over my 'all men are the devil' complex. Well, at least to the ones who proved to me they're not. Neo and Cass have proven it enough for me to let them in... slowly. Dean is on his way there, but he still has work to do, and Axel... There’s something about his defiantly fine ass that makes me want to fuck him and stab him at the same time. Maybe Ishoulddo that. Yeah, I can see that happening at some point. When he gets his fucking head out of his ass and stops being a fuck face towards me. I’m not stupid. I know he wants me. I see the way he looks at me. He just needs to get over whatever the hell it is that is causing him to act this way towards me and move the fuck on. I’m not changing, but I am willing to put the past where it belongs, in this case, and he needs to do the same.
“Listen up!” I shout as I enter the main room of the club. Everyone stops what they are doing and turns to face me.
“Queenie!” Penny runs over to me excitedly, like she's about to hug me, but stops right in front of me, lowering her arms. “I’m so glad you're back,” she beams.
“Thanks! Glad to be back,” I tell her with a smile, before turning my gaze to the man sitting on my stage, who is not one of my guys, or any of the men who work for me. It’s a Monday night, and at midnight, we are closed. Everyone who is not an employee should be gone by now.
Alex is straddling his lap, looking at me like she's about to shit her pants.
“What's this?” I ask, slipping past Penny. I put on a cheery smile, as I slowly walk towards them.
“I tried to warn them!” Roxy shouts from the bar. I don't look over but she adds, “Welcome back, Queenie.”
“Thanks, Roxy, I’ve got it from here. Missed you, girl, let’s catch up soon,” I answer, still eyeing up the scene before me.
“Queenie, I’m so—” I hold a hand up to silence her apology.