Page 39 of Evil King

“Six hours?” I looked over to peek at the alarm clock on my nightstand, and it was well after four in the afternoon. “Oh my gosh. I didn’t realize I’d been asleep that long.”

“Did you not come to school today?” he asked.

The memory of Nathan snaked into my mind and threatened to make me angry all over again. “No. I skipped.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Everything’s fine,” I retorted, blood starting to boil. Why was I missing out on such a great guy for such a shitty one? “Can you come over?”

“T-to your house?” Deon stuttered out.

“Yeah. My parents are out of town until tomorrow night.”

There was a brief beat of silence before Deon asked, “Are you ready now?”

He wasn’t referring to the time of day, but it was the stealthy way we’d been referring to my hopeful, eventual breakup. I hadn’t the chance to do anything official yet, but it was a foregone conclusion after what I saw today. “Yeah. I’m ready.”

It was almost as if I could hear his smile. “Send me your address.”

My heart thundered in my chest. “Okay.”

The line went dead, and I wasted no time in getting my address fired off to Deon. Assuming I had about ten minutes before Deon got to me, I hopped out of bed and rushed into my bathroom to freshen up. I wished that I had time for a complete shower, but I’d taken one that morning and hadn’t done much with my day, so I applied a fresh layer of makeup and perfume, ripped off my sweater and jeans, and went into my closet. In the bottom drawer, behind a bunch of athletic wear, I kept a box full of all of my more risque clothes. I pulled it out and brought it into my bedroom, then sifted through the contents.

A pale pink, front-closing babydoll with a matching satin thong was one of my favorite sets, one that Nathan had never seen. I pulled the articles on, primped my hair so that it sat perfectly on either side of my head, and then returned the box to its place in my closet. Satisfied that I looked the part, I quickly stashed away anything that might be considered messy, set the built-in dimmer lights in my room to a romanticly low setting, and started a mood music station from my phone that projected it through my room’s speakers. When everything was set, I climbed back up on my bed and sent a quick text to Deon.

Just come in when you

get here. My room is up

the stairs and to the left.

Third door on the right.

I got no response, likely because he was driving, but that was fine. I took the time to calm my nerves and prepare myself for the impending night. I was finally going to get to be with Deon, and then tomorrow, I’d go right to Nathan and tell him that we were done. It’d be perfect.

After an additional ten or so minutes, I heard the door open and close. “Cherri?” Deon called out.

“Come on up!” I called back, and my heart rate tripled.

I took deep breaths to calm myself. I wasn’t a virgin, but it still sort of felt like it was my first time. It was my first with someone I truly liked, maybe even loved. It was going to be leagues different from anything I’d ever had before. The floor creaked as Deon made his way up the stairs and down the hallway, and eventually, he turned the corner into my room and stopped cold in his tracks. His jaw dropped, and he just stood in the doorway, staring at me. It felt like he was coating me in a blanket of lava for how I burned beneath his scrutiny. It was almost too much.

“Well?” I said finally, tilting my head to the side. “Youareallowed to open the present.”

Deon smiled. “Fuck yeah.”

He stepped quickly across the bedroom and wasted no time in climbing up on my bed. I met him, leaning forward, and our lips smashed together. That alone sent my head spinning out of control. He was wearing a dark gray leather jacket over a black tank top, so I tucked my hands beneath it and guided it down over his shoulders and down his arms. As I felt the rise and fall of his muscles beneath my fingers, butterflies fluttered through my stomach. They were even more marvelous up close.

Deon’s lips left mine as he leaned back to shrug the jacket off, but he ducked against me again in no time at all, sliding along my neck and down my chest. His hot breath brushed over my excited breaths and had me letting out moans against my will. His hands smoothed along the bend in my waist and up my stomach, and I couldn’t stop myself from bringing my hands to the button of his jeans to undo them.

With a deep, husky chuckle, Deon brought his head back up and set his forehead on mine. “You’re impatient.”

“I’ve waited a long time,” I responded.

“Me too.” He kissed me again. “I didn’t know when we did this via text this morning that I’d be getting the real thing this afternoon.”

“Funny how life works, huh?”

I craned my neck to kiss Deon, which I got with some added tongue before he pulled himself away again. “What happened? How’d you end it?”

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