Page 43 of Wickedly Played
He takes a deep breath before opening the door. “I really hope you two get your shit together,” he throws over his shoulder.
“What does that mean?” I demand.
With one sly grin, he shakes his head. “You both like each other, but neither of you has the balls to tell the other. You'd better say it first. I saw the way people were looking at her.”
“When did you get insightful?” I mumble. “Did you forget I’m just her bodyguard?”
“Bodyguard, maybe. But there is something else there.” He shrugs. “I’ve lost my woman because I couldn’t tell her how I felt.” He’s out the door, yelling back at me. “For what it is worth, she was looking for you the whole time.”
“Fuck off, Bishop,” I mutter under my breath.
I’m surprised to see Serena standing on the staircase watching the whole interaction. Her eyes are full of unshedtears. “See, I knew you would become an asshole soon. I guess I didn’t have to wait too long. Did I?”
“Serena!” I yell after her. I’m climbing up the stairs to get to her room just as the door slams shut and the lock engages.
“Take tomorrow off!” Her voice is tight with rage, and the constant state of confusion I've put her in.
“Fuck,” I whisper. I lean my head against her door, hoping she will open it.
How come every time I’m about to solidify anything with this woman, I fuck it up by talking? Maybe I should tape my mouth shut, and then we can be okay.
“Doesn’t sound like a bad idea,” she yells through the door.
Did I just say that out loud?
Chapter Seventeen
STALKER
To say I’m pissed off would be an understatement. Serena and her dumbass bodyguard have fallen for each other. They are stupidly obvious. Every time they are out at the club or a function, I fight the urge to slice her bodyguard’s throat.
“Hi, lovers!” Serena’s voice rings through the cam.
There is a barrage of messages flying through the chat box for her. She reads a couple and then drops the towel she has wrapped around her little body. “I’m going to be getting ready for the anniversary party tonight. Who wants to watch me get ready?”
“Serena,” I groan to myself. Her perfect tits are beckoning me. Her smooth mound is glistening from just getting out of the shower. My mouth twitches in yearning to touch her again. “Please see me. Please come to me tonight.”
Her fingers tweak her nipples as her head flies back a little from the sensations. “I can’t wait for the party tonight. I wish we could all come together, though. It would be great to have all of my lovers in one space.” She’s putting on her makeup with a flair for the dramatics. “What do you think you would want to do with me?”
STALLION8BULL: I would bend you over that vanity and fuck you hard against it. We would break the mirror.
HATPLAYER4: I would make you suck my cock until you’re gagging on it.
BIGED2: I would make you cry out as my tongue fucks your sweet pussy
HAILEY2.0: I would make you come, then I would ride your face until you’re drowning in my orgasm
“Oh, wow!” Serena chides. “There are so many messages.” She scans a few of them and then looks directly into the camera. I feel like she’s looking at me as she does it. “I love how much you all want me.”
CAM7ROD: I would fuck you against the mirror. Break the glass and then cut you with it. I would wtch your blood flow from the cuts
HAILEY2.0: You’re sick!
There are more messages, but the one from CAM7ROD stands out to me the most. I wonder what Serena would look like with blood dripping down her slim body. Would her blood taste sweet? Would she writhe as my tongue licks it? Would she moan my name over and over again? I bet she would love to know how much I want her.
Her bodyguard is a roid raging asshole who needs to stop before he ruins everything. He pushed me aside at the club to get to her after that dick face pushed her against the wall. I could have protected her. I could have been the one who saved her. She’s mine.
Not his.
