EMILEE
“YOU GOT MARRIED?” I demand as my best friend sits down beside me in the booth.
She nods and gives me a big smile as her amber eyes light up. “Yeah.”
“What the fuck, Haven?” I ask, my jaw still dropped at the news.
She sighs. “It was …complicated.”
I frown. “Are you okay? Is Luca treating you right?” The guy is in the mafia. We’ve all known it since high school, but that never stopped her from loving him.
“Yeah, it started out a little rough, but everything is perfect now.” She pushes a piece of brown hair behind her ear. Her amber eyes soft and full of love as she speaks about her husband.
I look over to see a man by the name of Oliver Nite standing at the entrance of the restaurant. “Is he here with you?” He grew up a Bianchi. Luca’s father took him off the streets when he was just a kid and raised him as one of their own. He wears the gold ring on his right hand to prove it. The Bianchis adopted him and made him one of their own even if it was for their own selfish reasons.
“Yeah. He’s my bodyguard.”
“Why do you need a bodyguard?” I ask worried. “Are you in danger?” The Bianchis have a lot of enemies. I never thought my best friend could be in danger due to who she loves.
She waves me off. “Everything is fine. Luca is just paranoid.”
“Well … that’s good to know.” I’m glad he’s making sure she’s safe, even if she feels it’s overkill.
“I tried calling you. Several times,” Haven says. Narrowing her eyes on mine, she changes the subject.
My chest tightens. “I’m sorry.” I’ve been a shitty friend. And I hate that I wasn’t here for her.
“I left you messages.” She takes my hand. “Did you not get them?”
It’s also complicated, but instead, I say, “I lost my phone and had to get a new one.”
“Voicemails transfer over,” Jasmine states, cramming a piece of pancake into her mouth across the booth from us.
I narrow my eyes at her.
“It’s okay.” Haven wraps her arms around my shoulders and pulls me into her. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
“Yeah.” Jasmine nods her head. “We know how you get.”
“What does that mean?” I ask.
“That you pull away.”
I can’t argue with her or be mad about what Jasmine says because it’s true. I’ve never allowed myself to get too close. Not even to them. Haven and Jasmine were the closest.
“And your mom is sick …” Haven goes on. “I can’t even imagine how hard that must be.” She rubs my back. “How are you and your dad holding up?”
Jasmine drops her eyes to the table. She hasn’t told Haven what happened to him. I imagine Haven doesn’t watch the news often anyway. If she did, she’d see nothing but bad things regarding her husband.
“My father …” I take a deep breath. “My father passed away a few weeks ago.”
The table falls silent, and I drop my head to stare at my hands in my lap. “It was a heart attack. Happened at his office while in a meeting.” I swallow and leave it at that. “He left everything to George. And he is blackmailing me.” I’m like a drunk girl who has reached her limit of drinks, and they’re all coming back up. “But George owes the Kings five hundred thousand dollars. And he has offered me up to Titan in exchange for repaying his debt.”
As the words finish rushing out, I’m met with silence. But I can’t look up at them. I’m ashamed. Not sure why, since the girls and I have never kept secrets from one another. And let’s face it, we’ve all three done some stupid shit when it came to boys. I don’t know why this would be any different.
I hear the vinyl in the cushion shift as Jasmine gets up from her side of the table and comes to sit by me. I move closer to Haven to make room for her. And then I feel both of their arms around me.
Closing my eyes, I feel a tear run down my cheek. These are my sisters. We’ve only ever had each other, and I’ve missed them so much.
“I’m so sorry,” Jasmine whispers, either pretending like she didn’t know, or she truly is sincere.
“Me too.” Haven sniffs. “We should have been there for you …”
I pull away from both of them. “No. I should have been there for you,” I tell Haven.
“Hey.” She smiles. “I’m fine. Promise. Don’t worry about me. But Jasmine …” She looks over at her. “She needs help.”
I laugh, wiping the tear from my cheek.
“I’m just fine. Thank you,” Jasmine says, lifting her chin. “Hey, that offer still stands, Nite,” Jasmine calls out.
“Offer?” I ask, confused.
“Yeah, I told him I’d fuck him with a strap-on.”
“What? Why would you say that?” I ask.
“Because he’s gay.” She rolls her eyes.
“No, he’s not,” I argue.
“He is. But that’s okay. I don’t discriminate. And I’ll have you screaming my name all night.”
“He’s a mute,” I remind her. He took some kind of vow of silence back in college. That’s where he got his nickname Silent Nite from.
“He won’t be when I’m done with him.” She winks.
He ignores her.
Haven rolls her eyes. “You fucked him at my wedding.”
“What?” I gasp, looking at Jasmine.
She lifts her drink to take a sip. “For the hundredth time, we didn’t have sex. He ate me out.”
“At her wedding?” I ask wide-eyed. “Where did that happen at? In a closet?”
“A woman never tells.”
“Well, good thing you’re not a woman,” Haven jokes. “You’re that cocky frat guy who brags to all his friends.”
“She’s fucking Titan.” Jasmine obviously has no problem telling important information about my life.
Haven gasps. “No way.”
I nod, and Jasmine adds, “Yep. She’s a dirty little whore.”
I flinch at the way she says whore. I know she’s joking, but the thought of the guy from last night still has me on edge. God, he was such an ass.
Haven laughs. “Well, you’re screwing Trenton.”
“What?” I ask wide-eyed. “Jasmine, he’s married.” I follow his wife on Instagram. She went to college with us but was two years younger.
She shrugs. “It’s complicated.” Then her eyes slide over to Nite.
I look over at him as well, and he’s already staring at her. What the hell have I missed?
“Anyway, back to you and Titan.” Haven whistles. “I always knew it would happen. You two had this crazy chemistry going on. He always wanted you.”
_______________
After my lunch with the girls, I walk through the casino with a smile on my face. It’s the first real one since my father passed. George is MIA, and I have a job. It’s not exactly my dream job, but being a Queen has its perks. Like the three thousand dollars I made last night. That’s what I got to keep. For sitting next to a man and not having to hold up my end of a conversation, it was pretty easy money. Plus, my clothes stayed on.
I make my way toward the back, private entrance to find Nigel at his desk. He sits on his chair with a newspaper in his hands. “I didn’t know anyone still read those.”
He looks up at me, folding it. “Everyone seems to get their news through social media these days.”
“But not you,” I add.
“It’s overrated.” Chuckling, he stands and walks over to the single elevator. Using his key card, the doors open, and he looks at me. “Going up?”
I bite my lip. “I’m not sure …”
“Titan informed me this morning that you are granted access whenever you want.”
My cheeks flush, and I drop my eyes, but I find my feet walking me over and entering the elevator. I decide to test the waters with how much info he will give me as we ride. “What does the R stand for?”
“The Kings live on the Royal level when they are here,” he answers.
I knew that. But I choose to focus on … “When they’re here?”
“Yes, ma’am. Sometimes they go home. Sometimes they stay at Kingdom.”
The elevator comes to a stop, and he exits with me. “You have full access to the Royal floor.”
I look over the jeans and t-shirt that I wear along with a pair of Converse. “Thank you for the clothes.” I tell him. After I spoke to Jasmine this morning and told her I wanted to meet for breakfast I found some clothes folded neatly in a bag on Titan’s nightstand with the tags still on them. I’m not sure how, but I just knew Nigel had delivered them to the suite.
He just gives me a wink and punches in a code, and the door opens to their suite. “Thank you.” I didn’t get all the information I wanted, but I got more than I had ten minutes ago.
I walk inside as he leaves to go back downstairs. “Hello?” I call out, wondering if anyone is up here, but I’m met with silence.
Looking to my right, I see a hallway. I slowly begin to walk down it, running my fingers along the wall. It leads to a glass door. Pressing down on the gold handle, I open it. I step inside to see a gym. It has everything from treadmills to benches and free weights. It even has yoga mats rolled up and stuffed in cubby holes up against the far wall. The wall to my right is nothing but mirrors.
When I open another door to the left, I step into a locker room. Four lockers are to my right, then a set of showers on my left. Why would they ever leave Kingdom? Everything they could ever need is right here in the Royal Suite.
Walking over to the counter, I look at myself in the mirror that is lined with lights and frown. “I look like shit,” I mumble, pulling on my cheeks. I didn’t put any makeup on this morning because I don’t have any here. I never planned on staying the night with Titan.
Continuing through the bathroom, I come to another door. This place is like a fucking maze. I turn the black knob and step inside.
I instantly come to a stop at what I see. It’s a massage room. It’s dark, soft music plays, and there’s a black table in the center. It’s what I see there that has me pausing. It’s Grave.
He’s fucking a blonde bent over the table from behind. The room is filled with his grunts and her moans. “Fuck,” she cries out.
He slaps her ass, making her whimper before reaching up and grabbing her hair with both his hands and yanking her head back at an odd angle, but it gives me a clear view of her face. Her eyes are closed, and she licks her parted lips. Makeup that looks a couple of days old runs down her face. “Grave. Oh, God …”
“Lucy.” He growls her name as he stares down at their bodies slapping.
I slap a hand over my mouth and step back, closing the door as quickly yet quietly as I can. “Shit,” I hiss and run through the bathroom, gym, and down the hallway.
“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I run through the double French doors into Titan’s room and turn around, watching the doors. I wait for Grave to enter. To yell at me. To kick me out. But as the seconds tick by and my breathing slows, I begin to think that maybe I got lucky, and they didn’t see me.
TITAN
She has dominated my thoughts today. I haven’t been able to do a single thing without thinking about her. My cock has been hard, and my mind’s been a jumbled mess. The guys noticed. Bones even commented on it, but I ignored them all. They don’t know she was the reason, and I wanna keep it that way.
Walking into the Royal Suite, I go straight to my room, knowing I’ll have the place to myself tonight. Bones has plans with Luca, or so he says. He still thinks the business they have is a secret, so I’ll let him have that for now. And I overheard Grave and Cross say they were going to close the strip clubs down.
I enter my room, and my eyes go straight to my bed. She’s not there like I had hoped. I know she’s up here. Nigel had informed me he escorted her up here hours ago. Spinning around, I see the bathroom door is cracked, and I hear the shower running.
Even better.
I open my nightstand drawer and then enter the bathroom. Steam fills the large room, and I look over at the glass shower. She stands under the sprayer, her hands running over her hair to get the suds out.
I remove my shirt, jeans, and kick off my shoes. Entering the shower, I come up behind her. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”
She shrieks in surprise, and I chuckle. “Titan … You scared me.”
I stand before her naked and hard. Her perfect tits rise and fall quickly with her heavy breathing. Her wet hair sticks to her cheeks, neck, and chest. I reach out and push it back, seeing the bruises I left on her last night. They’re not terribly bad. Just a light shade of purple from my aggressiveness. They’re mainly on her hips and a couple on her chest. A few dot her thighs.
“How long have you been here?” I ask.
Her face falls, and she bites her bottom lip. “About three hours. I took a nap.” Her eyes go wide, and she looks nervous all of a sudden. “Should I not have come—”
“No,” I interrupt her. “I wanted you here.” I had messaged her this morning to meet me in my room, but the guys kept me longer at our fucking meeting than I had intended.
She turns to face the showerhead, and I step up behind her again. Not allowing her any time. “Bend over and place your hands flat on the wall. And spread your legs for me,” I order in her ear.
Her breathing picks up, and she does as she’s told.
I grab what I brought in here with me, knowing what I was going to do and smear the silicone lube over my cock.
My feet hold hers apart. Her back flat. I run my hand down her spine, feeling every vertebra. She shudders. Gripping my hard cock in my hand, I put it against her ass, and she tenses. “How long has it been?” I ask.
“A while.” She pants.
I smile. Good. Showing more restraint than I’d like, I push into her, stretching that tight ass. She cries out and goes to move, but I hold her down with my hand on her back. “Let me in, Em. Relax.”
I fill her just a little, then I push in farther. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I close my eyes as I push all the way into her tight ass.
She whimpers, and I’m panting. I grip her hips.
“Take your right hand and fuck that pussy, Em.”
She lets go of the wall and begins to play with herself.
“Fuck your pussy, baby. I want three fingers fucking yourself. I want you coming all over those fingers. Then I’m gonna lick them clean.”
“God …”
“That’s right, baby.” I’m going to own her. Just like Bones used to but only I’m not going to stop where he did. I’m going to demand more because I’m nowhere near done with her.
