Page 16 of The Filth Kings II

“You always nut so fast. You’re like a one minute?—”

I paused from talking as she frowned at me, instantly ready to be on defense about her sexuality.

“I wasn’t going to say man.” I rolled my eyes.

“A one-minute woman.” I winked up at her as she fell to the side of me.

“Thank you, next time, don’t play around with me when I’m in need.” I huffed out.

“Go get a towel for me so I can clean myself and get dressed to talk to this sucker for love ass man.” Dread consumed me.

It wouldn’t be hard for me to tell Ernest that it was over. I just didn’t like repeating myself more than once.

“How about before you cut him off, you ask him to pay your half of the rent this month. I can’t cover for you this month, Rylie…I’m a little broke.” She rolled on to her side to face me.

“Broke? I already told you until I get this job with Octavio, I can’t cough up my half of the rent. I’m not about to fake it until I make it out of a relationship with Ernest just for him to cover my half of the rent. You know my situation and you said you had us both covered.” I frowned.

“I’m not about to argue with you, Rylie. You spend too much time stalking a man that doesn’t even know you exist?—”

“He knows I exist, don’t be jealous, bitch.” I sat up to look down at her.

“Jealous? Of what, Rylie?” Her eyes roamed my curvaceous body.

“I know you not trying to size me up? Because you and I both know that my weight never stopped a hoe from being jealous of my big ass! It never stops you from fucking me either, so let’s not go there?—”

Boom! Boom! Boom!

“Fuck!” I screamed at the top of my lungs.

Syren flinched and sat up. Despite her always being slick at the mouth, I hated when fear entered her eyes whenever I yelled or got mad.

“You really need to start back up on your meds again, Rylie. You’re spiraling out of control, and I’m growing worried,” she said above a whisper.

“Just get the fuck out of my room please. I need to clean myself up and come up with a plan to have my half of the rent,” I spat out.

I stood from the bed and walked toward my bathroom.

“Let him in and make him wait in the living room for me. Lock my bedroom door, I do not want him in my room… Syren.”

Chapter8

Octavio

The hallway to Forbidden Fruit smelled like latex, sweat, and perfume. I could smell the faint traces of all the different scenes that had come and gone within the past couple of hours. The smell was filthy, sex and sin, yet somehow it aroused me enough to want to do my own set since my fans had been complaining about me doing less camera time.

My business partner Le’mon was on leave for a month since he welcomed his newborn baby. We were in desperate need of another film crew. He normally did all interviews, along with my panel that we had set in place. Today, I wanted to do the interviews in place of Le’mon. I needed to make sure that people would be comfortable with filming the type of footage that our people provided them with.

I walked slowly, my boots echoing against the concrete floors as I took in my studio. I considered this my world, a place that I used to escape from all of Jalissa’s bullshit. I pulled at my beard, already preparing myself for the stack of paperwork, and the headache that came with it as I pushed my office door open.

Someone was already inside, in my personal space…without my permission. She wasn’t just sitting in the chair that I had for my guest. She was in my chair, legs crossed, back arched off the seat with perfection. She didn’t flinch when I walked in, nor bat an eye like she had been caught doing something wrong. She sat like she owned the space, like she was expecting to see me.

“Who are you?” I asked as I finished taking her in.

Her smooth caramel skin shined with oil; her thick thighs covered in black leather tights. Her plumped lips were painted crimson red and it matched her wild waves that mirrored mine, except it was a deep red color.

“My name is Rylie Rose…I’m here to be interviewed,” she uttered out seductively.

Her eyes, light brown and unnerving, were beautiful and dangerous all in one. I saw madness behind her gaze, the corners of her lips quirked upward as she folded her hands in front of her stomach. Her red nails drummed on top of her covered hand, like she was waiting on me to ask her why was she behind my fucking desk, and in my seat.

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