Page 35 of Crown Jewels
“You didn’t do anything.” He sighed. “I did.”
He did? That made no sense. Besides for the almost cutting someone’s throat thing, Vahn was… well Vahn.
“If I wasn’t so busy playing games and trying not to fuck you, that guy never would’ve laid a hand on you.”
That was a lot of information in one sentence to unpack. Did the playing games have to do with the not fucking me, and since when did Vahn want to fuck me? Or was him saying that the game he was referring to? Were we playing a mind game right now? And what did any of that have to do with what happened? I needed clarification.
However when I opened my mouth, the only thing that came out was, “I’m confused.”
“What confuses you? I was pretty clear.”
Was he, though? “I think your definition of clear and mine are different.”
“How’s this for clear,” Vahn dropped his fork on his plate and rolled his eyes up to mine. “You belong to me now. No other man will touch you. No other man will look at you, and if they try, I’ll fucking kill them.”
Yeah, that was pretty clear. And clarified the trying not to fuck you part. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I was too hung up on the belong to me thing to think about it.
“People aren’t property Vahn. You can’t just claim them.”
“I just did.”
“But you can’t.”
“But I did.”
Well, I could see this was getting me nowhere. It was time to try another tactic. “You do realize that you have sex for a living.”
“Have sex?” He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Jesus Christ, you’re fucking naive.”
Ugh, rude.
“Look,” He looked back up at me. “If you want monogamy, all you have to do is ask.”
Was I the only one who found this entire conversation completely insane?
“I didn’t ask for any of this, nor do I want it.”
“Oh really? Is that why your pussy was creaming all over my hand the other day?”
Yup, I should’ve seen that one coming. “Fuck you Vahn.”
“I can see you’re upset.” He said it like I was the crazy one. “So I’m going to give you two weeks to come to me on your own.”
How considerate of him. I changed my mind, Vahn wasn’t just an asshole. He was THE asshole. But I still had a card to play.
“Okay,” I nodded sarcastically. “And how exactly do you think my brother—your best friend—is going to take this?”
If Mitch heard Vahn talking this nonsense, he’d lose his mind.
“Aww, Parakeet.” Vahn’s bottom lip popped out in a mocking frown. “I already beat you to that one. Talked to Mitch an hour ago.”
What? “And he was fine with it?”
I found that hard to believe, considering he almost punched Vahn yesterday.
“Well, he thinks a baby should have a father…”
My jaw fell open. It took me a second to recover before I could respond to that one. “You told him I was pregnant? There’s no way he would believe that.”
