“Purple,” I answered.
“Fitting,” he said with a smile. I shook my head at him,trying hard not to roll my eyes.
Luckily the eightball was wedged right between my last remaining cue balls and Idoubted he would get it in. To my relief, he missed and I quicklywent around the table, analyzing my new possibilities, and lined upmy shot. I could feel Darren’s eyes on my ass as I bent over thetable, struck the cue into the ball, and sent it flying into thepocket.
“What did you mean when you said you were basically meant totake on the family business?”
“Because it was my job as thefirstbornson.”
“Your dad couldn’t just have someone else doit?”
Darren’s eyesnarrowed at me then.
“Fine! But I reserve that as my next question when I sink thisball.”
I made my shot andfucking missed. How the fuck?
Darren then got upand barely even lined up his shot before sinking the eight ball inthe corner pocket like he owned it.
Ah, fuck, Ilost.
“You were saying?” He smirked with that shark-like grin. Ijust glared at him and then smiled.
“I believe that was a question.”
“A rhetorical one.”
“Oh, semantics.” I rolled my eyes.
“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” hesneered.
“Did you just ask me another question?” I shot back athim.
“Oh, that’s it,” hesaidand shot around the table atme.
I moved quickly tothe other side, never letting my eyes waver from him as he stalkedme like an animal ready to pounce on its prey. We were on eitherside of the table, and he lowered his hands to the rim and leanedin dangerously.
“Running again, princess?”
“Don’t act like you don’t enjoyit.”
His low, deviouschuckle echoed in my ears and sent shivers down my spine. He reallywas enjoying himself.
“You’re right. I do love playing withfire.”
“You know what they say about playing with fire,” Iwarned.
“We’ll see about that,” he said andthenleapedacrossthe table at me.
I turned to run,but he was so much faster. I felt both his arms snake around mywaist and pull me back to the ground, his chest on top of my back,pinning me under his heavy weight.
“Funny. I haven’t burst into flames yet.” Hesnickered.
“Argh! Get off! You’re crushing me, you fatfuck!”
“Fat?!” He laughed. “On me? Where?”
He just laughed asI struggled for freedom underneath him. His body heat was making mesweat, and I found myself breathing heavily as I fought for air.His erection was rubbing into my ass, igniting more irritation onmy sorefleshas if his weightwasn’t already adding to it. Finally, I just gave up and let myhead fall forward on the carpeted floor. It was pointless to wasteall my energy on a cage I couldn’t break.
