Although she wasn’t here, it felt like that bitch’s spirit was still lingering between these walls. Haunting me. Haunting him. Haunting this entire fucking house.
Even now. Even when I strutted out damn near naked in red lace and silk with my heels clicking softly against the hardwood floors, Boss barely reacted. He didn’t smirk or reach for me. Hell, he didn’t even drag his eyes over my body the way he used to.
He just looked at me with hollow eyes, clearly somewhere else.
That shit irritated me immediately.
I stopped in front of him slowly, folding my arms beneath my breasts. “Well damn,” I drawled. “At least pretend to be happy to see me.”
His gaze lifted lazily from the amber liquor in his hand to my face. “You always this dramatic?”
I smiled faintly and climbed into his lap anyway, settling myself across his thighs. Normally he would've grabbed my waist instantly. Rubbed my ass. My hip. Something. Tonight…nothing.
His hand rested against my thigh like it was there out of obligation instead of desire and I hated that.
“You okay?” I asked softly, studying him.
“I’m fine,” he replied curtly.
Fucking liar. And not even a good one.
I could see the stress all over him. The dark circles beneath his eyes. The tension in his jaw. The way his fingers flexed absently against his glass like his mind was somewhere far outside this room.
I reached up, brushing my fingers slowly along his beard. “You don’t look fine.”
Boss exhaled quietly through his nose before finally setting the glass down beside him. “You asking because you care or because Madam told you to babysit me?”
I leaned closer, my lips hovering near his ear. “Maybe both.”
He let out dry chuckle. Then silence settled between us again. Silence that felt heavy, awkward, and unfamiliar.
I shifted slightly in his lap trying to pull his attention back to me fully. “Relax. You sitting here brooding like she was your girl,” I snorted.
The second the words left my mouth, his eyes lifted to mine, sharply. And for one brief second, I almost regretted my words. But then his expression flattened again just as quickly.
“She really quit?” he asked instead.
And there it was. No denial or embarrassment that pussy had him down this bad. But I smiled anyway because I learned a long time ago how to bleed pretty. “Mmhm,” I replied lightly. “She came and said bye to Madam and some of the girls.”
His jaw flexed. “Did she say where she was going?”
I let out a soft, bitter laugh and slid off his lap completely. “Wow,” I murmured shaking my head. “So this is what we're doing tonight?”
Boss frowned slightly. “What?”
“You’re using my pussy to ask about another bitch?” I turned toward him slowly. “That’s where we at now—after everything?"
He scoffed. "After everything like what Monroe? Good head and someokaypussy?" he said coldly.
My heart hammered at his words. My feelings were hurt but I wouldn't dare give him the satisfaction. "Someokaypussy that you paid for, for twofuckingyears!" I gritted between clenched teeth my face growing hot. "Why are you here if you don't want me?"
"'Cause you give good head and I need to blow a load off," he replied plainly.
"Ugh! Fuck you, Boss." I shoved his chest standing up.
He looked up at me. "I'm trying too, but you won't stop running your mouth." He stood; eyes locked on me. "All you do is talk shit, Monroe." He stepped closer voice dropping to that low tone that used to make my clit thump. "Let me put something in it to shut you up."
His hand dropped to ass and he pulled me closer. Involuntarily, my body responded. I could feel my clit thumping already in anticipation.
