Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen
My house looks rather different. It feels like I’ve been gone for weeks. I feel different myself.
This man came in with me. The plan was that he’d drop me off but when we arrived he got out of the dragon first and headed straight to my house. I don’t think he’s going to leave too, not that I mind, the sex is my new found happiness.
I’m confused by all this First prince, third prince in fact the whole seven sons concept.
I decide to bring up the subject.
“So if the Alpha were to pass away, who would be next in line, the second prince?” I ask.
“The Seventh Prince,” he says. “Taylor will always be the Beta.”
“Why?”
“Long story. How’s the brother?” he asks, obviously changing the subject.
“Not so good. Some idiot broke into the restaurant last night and stole our top selling machandise. Oh and I have to deposit some money for him tomorrow, into the business account, for restock. Vampire blood is so darn expensive. I might ask you to go do it for me in town tomorrow if I can’t get off work,” I say.
“But don’t you have insurance?
“We do but not against food. No furnisher was stolen,” I say. “The thieves only wanted to get high. They stole the good stuff.”
He laughs at that.
I had planned to go to sleep early but with him around it’s impossible, we go to sleep after midnight. I noticed him sending an sms earlier, I hope he wasn’t saying goodnight to some whore.
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I manage to wake up at 6am and prepare breakfast, full with raw bacon, raw eggs and the works.
I was planning to serve him breakfast in bed but he is already in the kitchen when I finish.
“I wish you’d wake up at this time every day, I don’t like this two a.m thing, it gets me worried,” I say, expecting him to make some lousy joke about it but he disappoints.
“I ’m used to it. Besides if I sleep then witches don’t,” he says shaking his head. “If they gain access.”
I dish up and leave his food on the aisle while I go get ready to go to work.
I pull on some pants and tank top and sneakers. I don’t wear high heels, I just find them uncomfortable plus the nature of my work just doesn’t accommodate them.
He didn’t bring any clothes when we came here yesterday so I’m wondering what he is going to wear. He comes out in the same jeans he arrived wearing. Okay.
“That was the best breakfast. You could top it up with some dessert,” he says grabbing me by the waist.
Before I can respond his hands cup my breast. They fill his hands perfectly. Gliding up and down. He slowly rubs and squeezes them. I notice how hot his touch is.
“We have to go or I’ll be late,” I say already panting from the unneeded attention. My voice is trembling at this point. His growls fill the whole house. I’m worried the neighbours can hear.
He starts pinching and rolling my nipples between his thumb and middle fingers. This is making me so horny that I start rubbing his crotch over his jeans.
I slid my hand inside his jeans and realise that he’s leaking pre-cum all over his pants. The thought of that makes my insides boil. He slips his fingers down my pussy. He continues rubbing my soaked pussy. I start breathing very loudly and moaning out of control.
Suddenly he pulls back his fingers then places them on my lips. The ones he’s been stroking my pussy with.
“Suck…”he says simply.
I do.
“You taste good don’t you?” he asks.
I nod my head.
I continue playing with his dick. I feel it getting harder.
Slowly he slides all the way to his knees. He plants faint kisses on my belly button. He picks me up ever so slightly and buries his nose in my pussy. He inhales And growls loudly.
“I wanna taste you so bad,” he says. “I can barely restrain myself.”
“I--"
He opens my legs and just stares at me. “Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful.”
He dips down and licks from the top of my pussy lips all the way to the bottom. I freeze, and hold my breath. He comes back up and does it again. I shudder.
He reaches up and easily parts my lips, his tongue lands straight on my clit. I gasp. He keeps kicking hard and fast. He grounds my hips against his face. He sticks his finger inside me and then another, I just about crawled out of my skin.
My breathing keeps getting harder and harder. My thighs close in on his head and I explode. He groans and comes into my hands. We’re both twitching from the afterglow of the orgasm.
He takes a wet cloth and wipes me with it. Cleans me up as best as he can under the circumstances. Everyone can smell me on him. And him on me.
We leave. I’m already late. But before we leave I gather all my money from my wages and tips. It’s a little over twenty thousand. I hand Carl a piece of paper with Scott’s banking details before I hop off the dragon at work. I leave the money and ask him to deposit for me. He gives me an annoyed look and says nothing. I hope he knows how to deposit money. His servants probably do everything for him in the Royal Palace.
He calls me when I reach work and two more times before I start working. We always have something to talk about.
My colleagues keep looking at me funny. They smell of sex everyday and I’m never rude enough to stare, why am I the exception. My brother is in the city. Shopping. Meeting with suppliers. The mark on my shoulder is hard to hide. Its red and swollen and requires ice.
I’m taking my tea break when Scott calls and sounds like he’s won the lottery.
“Thank you, lil sis,” he says. “Jesus, did you not spend a dime ever? Or did you rob a bank?”
“Err…” I’m not sure how to answer. I’m sure twenty thousand is peanuts compared to how much he had to put in. “Are you okay?”
“Am I okay?” he asks in disbelief. “Natalie are you kidding me eight now? I’m half a million okay.”
“What?”
He sighs. “The half a million you deposited this morning. Gods, Danielle, do you know how much difference your money will do. But I’m getting some paper work done. I think it’s only fair that I make you partner. How about fifty percent or you prefer seventy?”

“What the fuck?” I’m not sure what’s going on.
“Seventy it is then,” he says, laughing.
“Fifty sounds about right,” I say. “Lets talk later, I have to go.”
I hang up.
But why does Carl have to be so shady? Why?
I call Carl and he doesn’t answer. Now he’s pissing me off. I dial him again and he still doesn’t answer. He’s ignoring me on purpose, let’s see how long he’s going to last. I switch off my phone, let’s see how that’s going to work for him.
I decide to catch a lift from a colleague whose shift ends two hours before mine. Outside there’s no dragon. Good. See how he likes me being dodgy. I don’t even want to see him.
My brother calls. Its late and so he can’t come home tonight. We say our goodbyes. I prepare myself a light meal. I check my phone. I have more than fifteen missed calls from Carl. I miss him but I don’t return his calls.