CHAPTER 24—AMELIA POV

His voice was low and sinister. "Try me," he said before hanging up.

I breath out, exasperated.

Why is he coming all of a sudden, so angry?

I pace around the room, thoughts racing.

It's not long before I hear the faint echo of him pounding the front door upstairs. I unlock the door, using the electric system from my phone and wait in the games room for him.

Soon enough I hear his footsteps slowly get louder as he finds his way to me.

The door blasts open, and he stands in the door frame for a second. His chest is rising up and down rapidly, and his breath is rugged.

"How may I help you, Mr King?" I asked, picking up my cue stick and getting ready to play.

"You were trying to ruin me this entire time," he growled. His voice was low, but it honestly sounded a lot scarier than when he was yelling.

"Care to explain?" I asked neutrally.

"I spoke to Chopra tonight. He told me everything," he said.

"And you believed him?" I fiddle with the cue stick in my hand, as if I don't really care for the conversation.

When I look back up, I see he's right in front of me, his tall build towering over. He pulls his cell phone out of his blazer pocket and plays a recording.

My conversation with Mr Chopra. My eyebrows raise in intrigue.

"So, he finally gave it up, huh?" I asked and bended over the table, hitting the first ball straight into the left hole.

I could feel the frustration radiating off him, which only made me want to carry on playing.

"Why, Amelia?" he asked.

"Let's start from the beginning, shall we?" I readjust myself to hit the next ball. "First, I bought out your customers and partners." The next ball goes into the right hole. "It wasn't hard, considering they were desperate for money and weren't getting it from you. Then, of course, that meant that you would go into loss." I hit the next ball. It rolled slowly but made it into the hole. "But of course, the mighty Xavier King—" I hit the next ball. "—wasn't going to publicly ask for help."

"I went into loss because of you?" he asked. I knew he was trying to keep his cool, but I sensed the shock in his voice.

"I knew you would ask for my help, Xavier," I said, still facing away from him. "And when you did, that's when my plan really began."

There were 2 balls left.

"How did you know I would ask you?" he questioned.

1 ball left.

"Because I know you. I know that you would rather become bankrupt than ask for help, but you had me. And now, Kings Corp. will slowly become completely bankrupt, whether you like it or not." I hit the last ball, rolls right into the hole, quick and easy. "And I'm the winner." I smirked.

Within a second, he turns me around, just inches away from me.

His eyes, a mix of hatred and anger, bore into mine.

"Aw, Xavier don't be mad," I teased, pouting. "It's business. Nothing personal, I promise." I see his jaw clench at my comment.

"Why?"

"Do you really think Chopra exposed me?" I asked.

His face begged me to explain.

"You really think I'm that stupid? I know he was recording me. I know he doesn't want to work with me. He wants to ruin me—just as he thinks I want to ruin you."

"He thinks?" Xavier asked.

"Poor Xavier. Still don't understand?" I baby talked. "I don't care about you or Kings Corp. I'm just using you. I'm going to take Kings Corp., make no doubt about that, but as soon as I get Pyramid shares from Chopra, I'll return Kings Corp. to you—free of charge," I explained.

His body blocks me from going anywhere, but his face has relaxed a little after hearing what I said.

"Ever care to ask what I think about it—or that I could’ve actually helped you," he said.

I was not expecting that. He would've helped me?

He wouldn't have, he's just saying that.

"That's the beauty of it, Mr King—it doesn't matter what you want because I got what I want and now." I run a finger across his jaw. "…you could kill me if you want, but you're still gonna fail unless I stop it."

"Why put me into loss? You know you could easily buy me out if you wanted," he asked.

"Let me have a little fun." I winked. "Now, after 4 long years, we're even."

His hand wraps tightly around my throat, squeezing with enough force to make me feel it.

"I don't think you understand, Miss Davis," he growled into my ear, "how unprofessional this is."

"When have we ever been professional, Mr King?"

His face buries into the crook of my neck, kissing me from behind my ears down to my collar bones. He slowly sucks my skin, making my breath hitch.

Why the fuck is he kissing me right after I told him I'm using him?

And why aren't I stopping it?

His lips were so soft against my skin. I hooked my arms around his neck and went onto my tiptoes, giving him more exposure to my skin.

His large hands grip my waist tightly, I gasp quietly at the quickness of his movements. He lifts me and places me into the pool table.

I moved my head so his lips pressed onto mine. The kiss was hard, aggressive, and demanding. Lips fighting against mine, he swipes his tongue across my lip making me tingle.

I softly bite his bottom lip, separating him from me for a second. He groans quietly and I can feel his bulge against me knee.

He pulls my face close again, placing small pecks on my lips and jawline. His hands travel down to my lap, playing with the hem of my dress.

"Let me feel you." His voice was raspy and clouded with lust. My thighs, that were tightly squeezed shut, loosen a little. He places his finger in the line between, slowly dragging it down.

"Like this." He has a hand on each of my knees and slowly pushes them apart. He's so gentle that I could easily stop it if I wanted to.

But I don't.

His cold hand slides against my warm inner thigh, sending a shiver down me. He's looking at my thighs as he caresses them.

I bring his lips back onto mine, trying to distract myself from what he's doing with his hand, which is now under the skirt of my dress.

His thumb rubs against me, my thin lace panties the only thing between his hand and me. I whimper, his cold hands make his touch so much more exciting.

He hooks his finger against the hem of my underwear, skimming my skin as he pulls his fingers down. I pull his jacket off before frantically unbuttoning his shirt.

Damn. I forgot how gorgeous his body was. He was built like a Greek god. My fingers trail down his defined body which, unlike his hands, was warm.

There was a new tattoo below his left collarbone. It was a small crown, but it looked so familiar.

It was the same crown as my necklace. My fingers brush against it briefly before kissing him again, this time on his neck.

He groans loudly, jerking his hand away and with that managing to snap the elastic of my panties. A gasp quietly, but use it my advantage, pulling them completely off and dropping them onto the floor.

His thumb teases my clitoris, slowly rubbing against it and making me whine in pleasure against his neck. His breathing is heavier at the sound of my ecstasy.

I fumble with his belt buckle, eventually managing to pull his belt off and unbutton his slacks. My hand rubs over his boxers, getting him even harder.

His middle and index finger tease my opening, swirling around it.

I feel so hot.

"Can I?” He looks at me with concern, which vanished as soon as I nod my head. My eyelids felt heavy, and he rubbed his fingers on me.

Both of his fingers gradually enter me, and I grab his shoulders for stability as he slowly moves his fingers. I moan shamelessly as he quickens his pace.

I rock my hips against his hand, gripping his shoulders to make sure I don't collapse onto him.

I throw my head back in pleasure, exposing my neck which he immediately places his mouth onto, sucking and kissing me.

I could feel myself about to come, whimpering. I didn't know if it was because of what he was doing or the fact that it was him.

He smiles to himself as I climax all over his hand, which me now pulls away.

His smile was almost mocking me about what he could make me feel.

But I don't care, he could win this game.

I pull the band of his boxers down, and his member sticks out.

I wrap my hand around him, stroking him cautiously. The look on his face tells me I'm doing the right thing.

"I want you," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. As soon as I said the words, he lifted my hips a little and entered me.

I gasp involuntarily as he pushes it into me. He lifts my dress higher to completely reveal my lower body before rolling his hips to get even deeper.

We both cried out, my nails digging into his shoulder as he thrust against me. I arch my pelvis upwards to feel him even closer.

"Xavier…" I'm so breathless I can barely even talk.

His jaw was clenched, and he put his lips back onto mine, but I couldn't help but moan against his mouth.

My stomach clenches as he goes faster. "Amelia." His voice is heavy with desire.

I let him know I'm on birth control before I wrap my arms across his neck, making sure he can hear how good he's making me feel.

I'm on the edge of climax, and from the way his breathing has changed I can tell he is too. Moments later, we release together as I fall limp against his firm body.