Arranged love

After my lunch with the girls, I walk through the casino with a smile on my face. It’s the first real one since my father passed. George is MIA, and I have a job. It’s not exactly my dream job, but being a Queen has its perks. Like the three thousand dollars I made last night. That’s what I got to keep. For sitting next to a man and not having to hold up my end of a conversation, it was pretty easy money. Plus, my clothes stayed on.

I make my way toward the back, private entrance to find Nigel at his desk. He sits on his chair with a newspaper in his hands. “I didn’t know anyone still read those.”

He looks up at me, folding it. “Everyone seems to get their news through social media these days.”

“But not you,” I add.

“It’s overrated.” Chuckling, he stands and walks over to the single elevator. Using his key card, the doors open, and he looks at me. “Going up?”

I bite my lip. “I’m not sure …”

“Titan informed me this morning that you are granted access whenever you want.”

My cheeks flush, and I drop my eyes, but I find my feet walking me over and entering the elevator. I decide to test the waters with how much info he will give me as we ride. “What does the R stand for?”

“The Kings live on the Royal level when they are here,” he answers.

I knew that. But I choose to focus on … “When they’re here?”

“Yes, ma’am. Sometimes they go home. Sometimes they stay at Kingdom.”

The elevator comes to a stop, and he exits with me. “You have full access to the Royal floor.”

I look over the jeans and t-shirt that I wear along with a pair of Converse. “Thank you for the clothes.” I tell him. After I spoke to Jasmine this morning and told her I wanted to meet for breakfast I found some clothes folded neatly in a bag on Titan’s nightstand with the tags still on them. I’m not sure how, but I just knew Nigel had delivered them to the suite.

He just gives me a wink and punches in a code, and the door opens to their suite. “Thank you.” I didn’t get all the information I wanted, but I got more than I had ten minutes ago.

I walk inside as he leaves to go back downstairs. “Hello?” I call out, wondering if anyone is up here, but I’m met with silence.

Looking to my right, I see a hallway. I slowly begin to walk down it, running my fingers along the wall. It leads to a glass door. Pressing down on the gold handle, I open it. I step inside to see a gym. It has everything from treadmills to benches and free weights. It even has yoga mats rolled up and stuffed in cubby holes up against the far wall. The wall to my right is nothing but mirrors.

When I open another door to the left, I step into a locker room. Four lockers are to my right, then a set of showers on my left. Why would they ever leave Kingdom? Everything they could ever need is right here in the Royal Suite.

Walking over to the counter, I look at myself in the mirror that is lined with lights and frown. “I look like shit,” I mumble, pulling on my cheeks. I didn’t put any makeup on this morning because I don’t have any here. I never planned on staying the night with Titan.

Continuing through the bathroom, I come to another door. This place is like a fucking maze. I turn the black knob and step inside.

I instantly come to a stop at what I see. It’s a massage room. It’s dark, soft music plays, and there’s a black table in the center. It’s what I see there that has me pausing. It’s Grave.

He’s fucking a blonde bent over the table from behind. The room is filled with his grunts and her moans. “Fuck,” she cries out.

He slaps her ass, making her whimper before reaching up and grabbing her hair with both his hands and yanking her head back at an odd angle, but it gives me a clear view of her face. Her eyes are closed, and she licks her parted lips. Makeup that looks a couple of days old runs down her face. “Grave. Oh, God …”

“Lucy.” He growls her name as he stares down at their bodies slapping.

I slap a hand over my mouth and step back, closing the door as quickly yet quietly as I can. “Shit,” I hiss and run through the bathroom, gym, and down the hallway.All content is property © NôvelDrama.Org.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God.” I run through the double French doors into Titan’s room and turn around, watching the doors. I wait for Grave to enter. To yell at me. To kick me out. But as the seconds tick by and my breathing slows, I begin to think that maybe I got lucky, and they didn’t see me.

TITAN

She has dominated my thoughts today. I haven’t been able to do a single thing without thinking about her. My cock has been hard, and my mind’s been a jumbled mess. The guys noticed. Bones even commented on it, but I ignored them all. They don’t know she was the reason, and I wanna keep it that way.

Walking into the Royal Suite, I go straight to my room, knowing I’ll have the place to myself tonight. Bones has plans with Luca, or so he says. He still thinks the business they have is a secret, so I’ll let him have that for now. And I overheard Grave and Cross say they were going to close the strip clubs down.

I enter my room, and my eyes go straight to my bed. She’s not there like I had hoped. I know she’s up here. Nigel had informed me he escorted her up here hours ago. Spinning around, I see the bathroom door is cracked, and I hear the shower running.

Even better.

I open my nightstand drawer and then enter the bathroom. Steam fills the large room, and I look over at the glass shower. She stands under the sprayer, her hands running over her hair to get the suds out.

I remove my shirt, jeans, and kick off my shoes. Entering the shower, I come up behind her. “Fuck, you’re sexy.”

She shrieks in surprise, and I chuckle. “Titan … You scared me.”

I stand before her naked and hard. Her perfect tits rise and fall quickly with her heavy breathing. Her wet hair sticks to her cheeks, neck, and chest. I reach out and push it back, seeing the bruises I left on her last night. They’re not terribly bad. Just a light shade of purple from my aggressiveness. They’re mainly on her hips and a couple on her chest. A few dot her thighs.

“How long have you been here?” I ask.

Her face falls, and she bites her bottom lip. “About three hours. I took a nap.” Her eyes go wide, and she looks nervous all of a sudden. “Should I not have come-”

“No,” I interrupt her. “I wanted you here.” I had messaged her this morning to meet me in my room, but the guys kept me longer at our fucking meeting than I had intended.

She turns to face the showerhead, and I step up behind her again. Not allowing her any time. “Bend over and place your hands flat on the wall. And spread your legs for me,” I order in her ear.

Her breathing picks up, and she does as she’s told.

I grab what I brought in here with me, knowing what I was going to do and smear the silicone lube over my cock.

My feet hold hers apart. Her back flat. I run my hand down her spine, feeling every vertebra. She shudders. Gripping my hard cock in my hand, I put it against her ass, and she tenses. “How long has it been?” I ask.

“A while.” She pants.

I smile. Good. Showing more restraint than I’d like, I push into her, stretching that tight ass. She cries out and goes to move, but I hold her down with my hand on her back. “Let me in, Em. Relax.”

I fill her just a little, then I push in farther. “That’s it, baby. That’s it.” I close my eyes as I push all the way into her tight ass.

She whimpers, and I’m panting. I grip her hips.

“Take your right hand and fuck that pussy, Em.”

She lets go of the wall and begins to play with herself.

“Fuck your pussy, baby. I want three fingers fucking yourself. I want you coming all over those fingers. Then I’m gonna lick them clean.”

“God …”

“That’s right, baby.” I’m going to own her. Just like Bones used to but only I’m not going to stop where he did. I’m going to demand more because I’m nowhere near done with her.