Iamnothaving sex again tonight.
Maybe not evenfor awhole month.
“You’ll see,” hesays, his words like a promise.Walking around to the right side of the bed, he pullsthe blanket back and thenlaysme down.Stripping the dress off me, he tossesit on the floor.
I sigh in contentment as he kissesmy forehead and tucksme in.I close my eyes, breathing deep, relaxing.But when hedoesn’tcrawl into bed beside me, I ask, “Where are you going?”
Looking up, Ifindhim in front of the doorway.
“I have a few things I need to get done tonight.”
“Like what?”
He hesitates, and it’slike a blow to my heart.He stilldoesn’twant me here.In his business.Sharing his crown.
“Never mind,” I mumble, giving him an out.Myself one too.“I probably won’t understand it anyways.”
“Yeah, it’s a bit complicated.”
Closing my eyes, Ifightthe tears.How can we feel so close and yet still so far apart?
“But maybe in the morning,”he says slowly,“after you’ve had some rest, we can go over a few things?”
My eyes snap openwide.I stare at him, wondering if he meansit.Hoping like hel that hedoes.“I would like that,” Isay.“I’m actually pretty clever.I know that doesn’t always come across, but I pick things up pretty quickly.”
“I don’t doubt it.”He grins.“My little cum bucket.”
Groaning, I close my eyes.“Don’t say it like that.”All cute and funny and cringey.“Make it sound sexy again.”
Lowering his voice, he growls, “I don’t doubt it, my little slutty cum bucket.”
I half-giggle, half-moan.Icanlisten to the deep rumble ofhisvoice all day.
“Good night,” hesays.“I’ll see you in the morning.”
As hetapstherune on thebedroom light,making it go off,a smile spreadsacross my cheeks.He wantsto see me in the morning.Iamsleeping in his bed.Actually sleeping – thank the gods.Fuck, I’mnever complaining about Karl’s four seconds ever again.
A handfliesover my mouth as I giggle.
But itisn’tmine.
Eyes widening, I roll to the other side of the bed, away fromthe hand reaching up from beneathit.My body hitsthe edge and continuesover.My arms flailing, Itryto grab hold of the mattress.But all I grabisblanket.Smacking onto the floor, I yelp.Then suck in a breath as I realise thereissomething beside me.
Slowly, I turn my head to look under the bed.
Fabia’s wide eyes stare back at me.
My jaw drops.
Before Icanask her how in Hel’s name she made it into his room, Richard burststhrough the doorway.
“What happened?”
He’sdown by my side in an instant, crouching by my head.If he looksaround for an intruder, Fabiaisscrewed.
Isitupright and wince.Grabbing my head, Itryto rub the pain away.He pullsatmy fingers to look at my scalp.
“Is it bad?”I ask, hoping it’sa gusher so he’llbe forced to take me to a healer, and Fabiacanthen sneak out.
