Page 18 of Truth
“There’s nothing sweet about me. I’m the devil in disguise. You’d be smart not to forget that.”
“Has it even occurred to you that I’m not some girl hoping to make you fall for me in one night? Maybe I’m using you, equally.” Rolling over and off the bed, I stand, wrapping the sheet around my body. “I’m not a virgin, and I’m not scared of my sexuality. I just…I don’t know, never had the opportunity to explore something like this, in this way.” Looking over my shoulder at King, his demeanor is tense.
His jaw is tight, his arms crossed over his chest. “Maybe it’s me that has the problem…”
“Sorry, I don’t understand…”
“Maybe it’s me, falling for you…” Stopping in my tracks, I turn around wholly to face him.What is this man aiming at?We’re togther one night, and the fact that we’re on the same page, allowing this insanity over each other, is what makes the attraction feel so real, but it’s not real.
Maybe it is real?
Shut up, brain.
“Well then, maybe I’m not a possibility, and you’d be smart to remember that.” I can’t jump out of one bed into another. I need to do this and move the fuck on with my life. I don’t have any interest in him past tonight, even if a tiny voice is making the protest.
“I think the fact that I’ve found my equal is too tempting to pass up.”
“Ha! Nice line, but can you be just as creative in finding me a dress, considering it’s your fault I’m only wearing a bra?” Hoping my redirect works, I walk toward the sitting area again.
“Coward.”
Rolling my eyes, I answer with the only thing I can say: “Clothes.”
“Baby, we are not done. I’ll break you any way I can until you get on the same page.” He cracks his belt, and my attention is immediately drawn his way as he walks back to where I’m sitting, in the living room area, to put his clothes on.
“So, you’re going to fuck me into submission? Spank me?” The thought makes me hot.
“No, you aren’t submissive. I don’t want to dominate you unless you want me to. I want to give you every reason to stick around after tomorrow. I’m gonna break that tough-as-nails, stubborn-as-fuck opinion that you don’t need anyone.”
I’m actually speechless.Who the fuck is this guy?
Leaning down, King kisses my lips. “I’ll be right back.” He leaves me frozen to my spot.
Sinking back into the chair, I grab my purse and pull out my phone. Hovering my finger over the button, the feeling sinks in that this night, all of it, is my secret. I can’t tell anyone; they’ll have me committed or just seriously question my judgment. I’m having semi-anonymous sex with a demigod…it can’t be real. Shoving it back into my purse, I go over a thousand validations and justifications for my actions. In the end, it doesn’t matter because I couldn’t be dragged from this room by ten men. I want King, and I’m taking what I want for tonight.
I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR MOREthan twenty minutes, and I’m getting antsy. I’m also fully confident I’ve been dissed…I knew it was too good to be true. I’m also starting to feel the heavy weight of embarrassment. What the hell did I do? I’m not embarrassed by the one-night stand—who cares—but I am embarrassed that I’ve made a makeshift sheet dress and I’m debating with myself about walking out of this damn place. How bad could it be? People are here to invest their interest in kink, not my wardrobe. I’m sure I’m not the first woman to have her clothes ripped off her body.Okay, I got this.The momentary visual of me walking out of the place in a damn sheet makes me laugh because it’s the most ridiculous sight. I just have to make it back to my room and pretend this is a look.I’m going to die.Tilting my head back, I laugh as I grab my clutch off the floor. “Here goes nothing.”
Peeking my head out of the door, the hallway is empty, but it’s an offshoot to the main hallway, so I wait a few moments, just to make sure nobody is walking past. Gathering my sheet gown, I take a deep breath and walk confidently out and around the corner, following the way we came, right into King.
King holding a garment bag.
King smiling down at me, clearly amused at my fashion choice.
“What?” I reach out for the garment bag, but King pulls it out of reach. “You’ve never seen a girl in a sheet gown? It’s very European. Don’t be an ass, stop smiling. Gimme.”
“You look lovely, but I think you may like what’s in the bag better. Now say please.”
“You are such an ass.”
“An ass holding your clothing. Now say please, or I’ll take the sheet with me.”
“You wouldn’t dare…you know what, you would. I’m not going to beg.”
“I’d buy you a shit ton more than just a dress to get you to beg.” He licks his lips, clearly turned on by his imagination.
“Pervert.”
“Thank you. Now say please.”
