Page 64 of Honey, Honey
“Nothing,” I mumbled.
“Honey.” The warning tone was back and the rumble was not so lovely or right this time when it vibrated against my shoulders and side.
“It’s him. You see him. Don’t pretend like you don’t,” I whispered, pushing back to look at him, a hand on his chest. “We have to go.”
“You’re with me now,” was all Law said, as if that cleared it all up.
“That doesn’t matter,” I told him and his lips turned down, while an eyebrow shot up. He did not like that one bit. Shit.
“It matters plenty.”
“You know what I mean.” Was all I could get out before Christian was talking.
“Well, well, well, isn’t this a lucky surprise. Running intoold friends again.” He pulled on the last part of his sentence and I cringed inwardly. He was definitely bored and up for being mean. I looked away from Law, but I could tell that he hadn’t. From the corner of my eye I could still see him staring right at me as if Christian hadn’t just spoken.
“It matters,” he said again, ignoring Christian who was now walking forward. The woman had to let go of his waist, but he grabbed her hand, dragging her with him as he approached us. A shiver ran up my spine at the sound of Christian’s voice and I gripped Law’s shirt tighter, my knuckles turning white from the pressure.
“We have to go,” I tried again.
Law showed zero sign that he gave a fuck. “When we get to your suite I’m going to fuck you.” My breath caught in my throat.
“What the hell are you both still doing here?” Christian asked, his voice acid.
“And then I’m going to feed you and put you the fuck to bed, little girl,” Law went on ignoring Christian. “Do you understand?”
“I know you’re not really together, princess.”
“Yes, Daddy.” I ignored Christian and answered Law.
“No.”Christian made a strangled sound and the next second the woman he’d been dragging behind him was forgotten. Left where she was standing while he stomped up to us, his face twisted in anger. I’d thought he was handsome before, but now? Now that I’d had Law’s hands and mouth on me, his cock in my mouth...now that I knew what he looked like underneath the button up suits and dress shirts. His body as beautiful as it was savage, the hard planes of muscle dotted with scars and covered in dark inky lines that spanned his side from chest to abdomen, stretching and spiraling around arms to the backs of his hands.
Now that I knew all of that?
Christian didn’t look handsome anymore. He looked like a boy. And right now he looked like a spoiled, angry boy who was throwing a fit. When we were together–all seven months of it–his anger had scared me, made me anxious and had me hurrying to cave to whatever new bullshit reason he’d cited as pushing him over the edge. I lifted my head and looked at Christian, the anger in his face no longer scaring, but confusing me.
Why the fuck did he care what I did or who I did it with?
“You do not call him that. I am your-” Christian began, but Law was moving, down the hallway and towards the hallway my suite was in, and he was doing it in the same slow pace he’d had all along. He shifted, hiking me higher in his arms, my body cradled close to him. His arms were warm, strong, and I knew so long as I was in them I had nothing to be scared of.
Christian’s anger went from confusing to downright comical. Why the hell had I ever been scared of him?
“I want you to think about what you want to eat,” he told me, voice soft and even. I tore my eyes away from Christian who was staring at us like we had grown three heads. I gave a quick nod but said nothing. “It had better not all be sweets,” Law added, and I grinned up at him, my grip on his shirt loosening.
If he could pretend Christian didn’t exist then I could too.
“Honey, get the fuck down,” Christian snarled with a jerk of his hand pointing down at the floor beside him, “Now.”
“But I like sweets. I want cake,” I told Law. Dessert was delicious and I hadn’t had much lately. Sweets were a thing I enjoyed when I was relaxed and carefree, but between my work schedule and the constant go go go of the city I hadn’t really allowed for any of that. A chocolate cake with double cream frosting would hit the spot. Or maybe cheesecake now that I was thinking about it. The allure of sugar and confectionery delicacies were suddenly very appealing now that Law had forbidden them.
“You can have fruit.”
I pouted. “You’re no fun.”
“Fine. A cupcake then.”
That appeased me and I nodded, settling back against his chest. I opened my mouth to point out that two cupcakes were far better than one when Law’s arm jostled slightly. My eyes slid to the side to see Christian’s shoulder against Law’s arm, my feet were nearly touching him and Law turned his body pulling me away from Christian.
Christian’s eyes were on me. They were narrowed with anger and he flicked a finger at me, making me flinch despite my dedication to following Law’s lead. “Honey, did you fucking-”
