Page 36 of Dragon Thief of New York
And I ruined it. Or the goddess did. Why the fuck did she forget me?
There’s no way she’ll let me touch her like that again now. I’m sure Otto will explain everything, but she’s not gonna want anything to do with me after this morning.
I squeeze my raging boner through my sweatpants, trying to get it under control. But I can’t get her out of my mind. The salty taste of her skin when I sucked her nipples still lingers on my tongue. I should have made her sit on my face.
Why did she forget?Why the hell did she forget?I circle back to that question over and over with no answer.
Each time I feel worse about myself. But each spiraling thought also draws me deeper into the memories of this morning. Between my second bottle of liquor and my third, I pull my shirt off, finally feeling more than a slight buzz. I smash into the coffee table when I try to kick off my pants. It breaks, the wood cutting my hip. But I don’t care. I barely feel it.
All I feel is loss. Madness. It’s like I’m losing her all over again.
I stand up and stumble into the kitchen naked. The only alcohol I have left is a bottle of tequila. I don’t like the stuff and only haveit because Otto wanted to make margaritas. Was that really only a few days ago?
He sucked me off that night. Right against the floor-to-ceiling windows in my living room. He wrapped that perfect mouth around my cock and sucked the soul right out of my body.
I open the tequila and take a swig from the bottle. It spills down my chin and onto my chest.
Drawn by another memory I’ll never be able to repeat, I stand in front of the window, looking out over New York. I can’t see Kat’s apartment from here, but I still stare in that direction. Somewhere over there she’s hearing the story from Otto, panicking that she had sex with a man she doesn’t remember. Or has she already forgotten Otto’s explanation? I guess I’ve never tested someone else telling her when I’m not around. Will she always remember the story now even if she doesn’t remember me? Or will it slip through her mind over and over?
Why the hell did she fucking forget me when I was right there with her?
“Goddamnit!” I hurl the bottle at the wall, and it shatters into thousands of little pieces. Just like my heart and soul.
Fuck, I’m pathetic. I sound exactly like the whiny asshole I am. I should be out finding a solution, not drunk and wallowing. But I don’t know if she even wants to fix this. It would probably be better for everyone if I just let her and Lincoln move on with Otto. They’ll be happy together. A perfect, happy little family.
And I’ll… I’ll…
I’ll live off the memory of this morning.
I press my palm against the window for support, lean my forehead against the cool glass, and grip my cock. Angrily fucking my fist, I curse the goddess, myself, the cards life dealt me.
Chapter 19
Kat
“Heliveshere?”Istare up at the building like it’s a monster wanting to swallow me. This place screams old-money elegance. The kind most people can only dream about. There’s even a doorman who greets Otto with a nod before opening the door for me.
My tennis shoes squeak on the marble floors in the lobby, and a crystal chandelier casts a warm light over the gold embellishes around the space. Whoever my baby-daddy is, he’s loaded. That really would have come in handy when I was a new mom, putting herself through grad school while working two jobs.
I do okay for myself now, but not this kind of okay. This is way outside my league. Maybe I don’t have to worry about Lincoln’s college fund after all. Is it bad of me to think that? Probably. I’m not gonna demand anything from this guy. Whether he wants totake responsibility for Lincoln is up to him. Linc and I haven’t needed him before, and we’ll get by fine on our own.
But I definitely wouldn’t turn down some college funding if he offered.
“This way.” Otto puts his hand on my back, stopping me mid-spin as I take in the room. He guides me through a hall behind the main elevators to a private one with a keypad. He quickly types in a code, and the doors open.
The last time we were in an elevator together, I came harder than I ever have—at least as far as I can remember. How much more could we get up to in a private elevator?
“Why are elevators so hot?” Otto asks as if he’s reading my mind. His hand comes to the small of my back as we step into the little box, which is much smaller than the one in my building.
I shrug and fix a smear of lipstick in the mirror. “Cramped space. Mirrors. No avoiding each other. The risk of getting caught.”
Nerves skitter across my skin, making my stomach flutter as the elevator moves upward. I’m about to meet a stranger who knows me intimately, a man who was inside me just this morning even though I couldn’t tell you his height or the color of his eyes or anything else about him. My palms begin to sweat, and I wipe them on the loose fabric of my dress.
I watch the numbers over the door steadily count upward. “Why do you think I forgot Damian this morning even though we were together?”
“No idea.” Otto plays with the stud in his bottom lip. “Maybe the orgasm? The French call it the little death, so maybe that’s like leaving for a moment?”
“We don’t know for sure I orgasmed.”
