Page 15 of When the Last One Falls
“Relax,” she said. “No need to get testy, Kingston.” Rochelle had never called me by my first name. She had always called me Kingston, even in bed. I used to wonder if she did it because it was my last name that got her off and nothing more. Again, she was an unapologetic gold-digger. Beau was right up her alley, in fact.
“I’m not getting testy,” I denied. “I’m simply reminding you that my personal life is none of your business.”
“It used to be,” she countered.
“No, it didn’t,” I argued. “You know nothing about me apart from my net worth and the size of my dick, Rochelle. Don’t flatter yourself into thinking that you meant more than what you did. The other women I fucked know the same shit.”
Her light blue eyes glittered with offense. “I don’t deserve that,” she bit out.
“Anyone getting into my business-when they’re not welcomed-deserves whatever they get, Rochelle, and that includes you,” I shot back. “I’m not sure what you thought was going on, but you were clearly wrong. My life, and every category in it, stopped being your concern the second that I didn’t need use of your available orifices.”
“You’re a bastard,” she hissed.
“Never said that I wasn’t,” I agreed. “However, you’re the one overstepping here, Rochelle. This could have been cordial and simple, butyou’rethe one intruding on shit that is none of your business.”
“Because I’m curious about your wife?” she asked, still sounding entitled.
“Because you’re asking aboutanythingthat has to do with me when you don’t have the right.”
“Kingston, we were seeing each other for-”
“See?” I interrupted. “We were neverseeingeach other, Rochelle. We were fucking when we found it convenient. That’s it, that’s all.”
Rochelle stepped close enough to invade my space, and I could only sigh. I was going to have to get rude, and I hated dealing with shit this unimportant to me.
“Are you telling me that your wife is the type to let you walk her out onto the balcony and fuck her up the ass with the whole city looking up at you?” she asked huskily, recounting one of the many times that she had wanted people to watch. “Will she like to be used and shared? We both know how much you like to watch, Kingston.”
That was untrue.
There’d been many times that Rochelle had been the entertainment after a late-night business meeting, but it wasn’t because I liked to watch other guys fuck her. I just hadn’tcaredif other guys fucked her, in front of me or otherwise. I didn’t own the woman, and if she needed more dick to get off, then God bless her. I also didn’t care about other people watching me fuck her. I hadn’t had a possessive streak where she’d been concerned. I did, however, have one where mywifewas concerned.
“Not every woman is me, Kingston,” she went on, and little did she know that her statement was a good thing.
Nevertheless, before I could correct her on everything that she’d just said, a flash of pale pink caught my eye, and I looked over to see Keris standing only a few feet away. She looked between me and Rochelle, and it was like things couldn’t get any fucking worse.
“Excuse me,” she said quietly, though her back was straight and her chin was held high. “I was just passing on the way to the restrooms.”
As soon as she turned to find another set of restrooms, the incredulousness in Rochelle’s voice caught my attention. “You married Keris Bishop, didn’t you?”
With no point in hiding it any longer, I said, “I married her four weeks ago.”
“Oh, God,” she exclaimed. “It makes total sense now.”
Tearing my eyes away from where Keris had taken off, I looked down at Rochelle. “What does?”
“You married the girl with the diamond mines,” she said. “If anything could get you to the altar, it’d be a billion-dollar island.”
Even though it was the truth, I didn’t like hearing it. I also felt protective of my marriage, so I looked Rochelle in the eye and warned, “Watch your tongue, Rochelle. If I were you, I wouldn’t go around speculating about my reasons for marrying Keris. I also would be careful about spreading unwarranted rumors.”
Her blue eyes widened. “Are you seriously trying to tell me that it’s love?” She scoffed in disbelief. “I’d never believe it.”
“I don’t give a fuck if you believe it or not, Rochelle. Your opinion isn’t relevant in my life,” I bit out. “However, if I hear of you talking any shit about my wife or my marriage, I will fucking destroy you. Try me if you think that I’m bluffing.”
She threw her hands up in surrender. “I’m…yeah, no…I’m sorry,” she said, though I doubted that she was sincere. “I didn’t realize that it was serious.”
Already done wasting my time on her, I took off after Keris like I should have the second that she had turned and walked away. I was very aware that I was fucking this up something fierce, but in my defense, I’d never had a wife that I had to fucking chase before.
I searched for her everywhere, and that left her leaving or being locked safely in one of the women’s restrooms. When I saw her boss, Faron Golden, still milling about, I guessed that she was still here. I almost approached him, but I had no idea if he knew that Keris had married me or not, and I was actually worried about making this shit more of a fucking mess.
