Chapter 58 Chapter Fifty Eight
KING’S POV
“You’re straight, right? And there’s nothing wrong with your dick?” Matteo asks in the most serious tone I’ve ever heard the bastard use, his brows arched questioningly over eyes that are curiously following Peach as she sways her way through the doors of the club he hijacked our date for.
“Fuck you.”
“Innocent question.” He holds his hand up.
“But I need to know because there’s no way you’re convincing me or anyone else that you can get it up and you’re not all over that like a fucking violation. She’s hot as fuck.”
I don’t answer him because that’ll be a like throwing lighter fluid to an already raging fire. In the few days since he’s been in town and a thorn in my flesh, I’ve learnt one thing and it’s that there’s no getting into that thick head of his when he’s dead set on something.
He’s like a hound dog on a blood scent, impossible to dissuade and I can see my mess beckoning him like a light. I’ve learnt to live with it since he’s going to be around for a while now thanks to the whole Martinez business that has Yasuki frothing at the mouth.
“You got a better deal than most of us. That old fart put me with a woman knowing I’d crawl for a man without batting an eye. Your girl, she’s hot and sexy and she’s been practically begging you all night to dick her down. I don’t know but there’s not a lot of straight men that can say no to that.”
I ignore the taunting emphasis on straight, something else in his response catching my attention.
“You didn’t just get to the restaurant when you miraculously ran into us, did you?
His stupid face breaks into a guilty grin and doesn’t bother to deny it so I know I’m right.
“To be fair, it wasn’t intentional. I’ve been reduced to uhh.....stalking. This devil eyed buy is working me to death and I’m enjoying chasing him, it’s not my fault y’all are attached at the hip.”
Remy, of course.
“What do you reckon it’ll take to have him do all that squirming in my bed, hmm?”
Again I don’t answer him because it’s Matteo and the man is fucking insane.
“Go on, I’ll wait and make sure the car is parked just right.” He winks before disappearing in the general direction of the parking lot to go fuck with an unsuspecting Remy.
He’s borderline obsessed at this point and I hate that I know what that feels like to want someone at that level.
The only difference is that Remy doesn’t think he’s disgusting for not living up to his imaginations of him, if anything my blind as a fucking bat and selectively obtuse assistant is just as down bad for him, just too scared to deal with Matteo and too blind to read the obvious flirts that fucker keeps dumping his way.
Shaking off the thought because it’s starting to stir the same ferocious hunger I condemned to the dark abyss of my mind, I walk through the doors into the club, surprised to find a pouting Peach waiting for me at the reception.
“Hey, what kept you?” She asks, coming over to press herself against me, her doll like eyes lifting to mine.
Her hand lifts to my face, her dainty fingers stroking my chin lightly like she belongs here and I let her.
Being with her is not terrible, it’s not bad even and I’m clinging to the hope that if I allow it long enough, pretend it can substitute what I really crave, it’ll start to suffice. It’s why I’ve been indulging her, letting her put the moves on me, touch me, seduce me.......it’s why we’re here. I need to move the fuck on, get my head back in the game like Yasuki wants.
“I’m sorry, let’s go in.”
She clings to my hand as we walk into the dimly lit room, beaming like this is all she’s ever dreamt of.
“It’s so nice here.” She says as we make our way up to the VIP section, her hands going all over me possessively and it doesn’t take rocket science to figure out why.
Some of the ladies in our path have their eyes on us, looking like hungry piranhas that’ll do anything for a bite and she’s letting them know who I belong to. It’s cute, I’ll give her that, almost enough to tempt me out of the captivity of my memories with Candy.
Her eyes every single time I’ve made her cum, her little whimpers that tip me over, her voice when she’d promised me she’s mine.......they haunt me and I really hate her now for ruining what we had. I hate that still want to be in that doom with her in New York, trapped forever while we give each other orgasm after orgasm until either of us passes from the intense sweetness of it.
She’s like a fucking high and I’m her addict and right now withdrawal is killing me.
“You’re not listening to me.” Peach’s voice penetrates through the fog of my head and I hate how easily I sink into the pockets of memories I carry around like drug samples.
“Sorry about that.......what were you saying?”
“I wish Candy came with us. I really want her approval before we get married .”
I catch myself before I can visibly react to this interesting piece of information.