Page 16 of His Kingdom

“Yeah, you don’t know the boss too well. Trust me when I say it’s in my best interest to take you.” Sammie smiles at me. It’s awkward—although I think he’s going forcharming.

“You’re right. I don’t know your boss, which is exactly why I need to go to a clinic to get tested for everything and anything after spending hours and hours having unprotected sex with him. So if you don’t mind, it’s not exactly something I’m proud of. And, honestly, I don’t need an audience with a front-row seat to my embarrassment.” I don’t know why I have no filter at the moment. Lingering effects of alcohol maybe? Or I’m just tired and emotionally drained.

I can see Sammie’s lips twitch, as if he’s trying his damnedest not to smile or laugh. And he better not, because right now, I feel violent. I know I can’t take him, but I’d go down giving it my best.

“Unprotected? You sure?” he asks with furrowed brows.

I blink at him.Is he seriously asking me that?“Oh, great, he has some horrible sexually transmitted disease, doesn’t he? And I was thinking the worst that could happen was he’d be a psycho and cut my body up into tiny pieces.”

“You might be closer on the psycho theory. Pretty sure boss is clean, though. No STDs I know of. I also doubt very much he’d cut your body up into tiny pieces.” Sammie laughs. The asshole actually laughs.

“Still, I think I’ll go to a clinic and make sure.” The doors finally open and I step out. It takes me a hot minute to orientate myself and find the sign that readsrideshare. I try to ignore that Sammie is still following me and that people seem to be making a path when I walk by.

Do they all know? Is it written on my face? The fact that I probably contracted an STD that’s going to be my undoing? That would be my luck. Have the best sex of my life, only for it to be the thing that kills me.

Grabbing my phone, which was thankfully still in the back pocket of my shorts, I call for an Uber. “You really don’t need to follow me,” I tell Sammie.

“I really do,” he says as he types something into his phone.

“My ride is two minutes away. I’m fine, honestly,” I assure him.

“Mmhmm,” he groans, still staring at his screen.

When the car pulls up, Sammie beats me to the handle, holding the door open for me. “Thanks.” I frown at him.

Why is he so insistent? At least now that the car’s here, I can finally be alone—well, besides the driver. My hopes are immediately demolished when Sammie climbs into the back seat with me.

“What are you doing?” I ask him.

“I told you. Going with you,” he says. “I happen to value my life, which is why I’m not taking any chances.”

“I can text you or something, if I find out your boss has a disease you need to know about.”

The guy in the driver’s seat chokes as he stares at us in the rearview mirror. “Drive. And pretend you didn’t hear a word in this car,” Sammie tells him in a much firmer tone than I’ve ever heard him use on me.

“Yes, sir.” The man’s face pales as he pulls out into traffic.

Hey, world, if ever there was a time for a sinkhole to appear, now would be it.

“Does Nevada have sinkholes?” I ask Sammie.

“Some parts, but not the part you’re in. Why?” he replies.

“Pity,” I groan and lean my head back on the seat before closing my eyes.

ChapterNine

Ican’t believe I left a beautiful woman in bed to deal with this shit. And not just any beautiful woman either. Charlotte. Her face is painted in my memory. I might have spent an hour watching her sleep, cataloguing every single one of her features.

I’ve always been able to find flaws in people. But no matter how hard I look, I can’t find a single fucking flaw on that woman.

Her screams replay like a song in my mind. I was prepared to wait for her to wake up and take her again. It seems the world chose tonight to fuck up my plans. Or rather, the dipshit currently tied to a wooden chair in front of me did.

My right fist swings out, connecting with his jaw. His head snaps to the side and blood splatters from his mouth. Am I enjoying hitting him?Fuck yes, I am.It’s because of him I’m not currently in bed with Charlotte. Then, there’s the fact he was dumb enough to betray me…

“Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

“I didn’t…” His voice breaks off when my fist connects with his jaw again.

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