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I always fucked everything up. Perhaps it was a self-fulfilling prophecy, but I didn’t really care about doing things the right way. “Why? You think she’ll choose to stay here?” My tone held a sarcastic edge, but part of me hoped he’d say yes.
“I’m sure you’ll have her fleeing Aldrich by the end of the night,” he replied, his tone lethal.
“You’ve always wanted her.”
“I see no point in denying that statement,” he breezed.
“She doesn’t want you,” I snapped, forgetting my pouting date shifting defiantly in my lap.
“Baby, let’s dance,” she asked, trying to divert my attention from my best friend and Christine. I didn’t feel like grinding my dick against her ass for a couple of songs. It felt fake and forced. I normally had no problem entertaining a hot date for the night for the payoff of having my cock sucked, but tonight it seemed raw and hollow.
I wanted to celebrate, but it was difficult to do when your past was here in the flesh and your father’s death was on everyone’s tongue. Gossips, all of them. I’d end up in all the headlines tomorrow. King Celebrates His Father’s Death at Popular Nightclub.
“Sure, sweetheart,” I said back before running my hand up her thigh and sinking into the heat between her legs. She giggled and wiggled and creamed my fingers as I played with her bare cunt. The Plastic Princess wasn’t wearing panties. Easy access.
Atticus rolled his eyes, like he was somehow above all of this. He was just as fucked up as me; he just wasn’t as willing to admit it. Because of his parents’ empire, he was more careful about his image, choosing to fuck around in private so he could maintain an air of mysteriousness. They relied on looking like royalty by funding their appearance with seedy activities. Our parents were allies because we ruled both sides of a devious coin: those in power and those seeking power.
His approach to status was ironic, considering I should be the one more concerned with public opinion. But I never did shit the right way.
My date for the night stood up and guided me to the dance floor. Keeping me in her claws, she passed by Christine and Leo with a wicked smile. Because I liked seeing Christine’s sorrowful eyes, I let the bitch whose name I’d forgotten mark her territory. I paused right in front of Absentee Abernathy and grabbed my nameless date’s tit with my hand, squeezing and kneading it in front of her. I was a nasty bastard who’d kiss the fuck out of Christine with the taste of someone else’s pussy on my lips. I wasn’t a lovestruck fool anymore, damnit.
I was high on grief. Drunk on release. I had more expensive champagne running through my veins than blood.
Christine watched me with raised eyebrows. Leo rolled his eyes and gruffly guided her to the VIP area. Atticus was running his hands through his hair to tame his curls. He’d probably ask her polite and innocuous questions about what she’d been up to. However, I didn’t give two shits about what she had been doing for the last three years. I only cared that she wasn’t here. I wish I could be so quick to forgive, but she left me when she said she wouldn’t. She disappeared when I needed her most.
My date pressed her sweaty body against me, and I pushed through the crowd to dance. It was as if the music was pumping through my veins. As her mojito breath blew over me, I felt a chill run across my skin. The hot air made slick sweat drip down my spine. “Want to have some real fun, Your Majesty?” my date asked before pulling a baggie out of her cleavage. I eyed it like an addict, eyes wide, mouth suddenly parched for the freedom she offered. She used her free hand to stroke the royal crest pinned to my chest.
I smiled. “What do you have in mind, love?”
She placed a small white pill on her tongue and leaned in close for a kiss. I opened my mouth and let her sweep it into my mouth. We kissed. I lost myself in feeling okay for a little bit, not worrying about the consequences, not caring if pictures of us dry humping on the dance floor surfaced tomorrow. This was a celebration, after all. Fuck what happened. A solitary pill couldn’t kill me. I was invincible.
My dry mouth slammed against hers. I nipped at her glossy lip, and it stuck to mine. She cupped my junk, and the song changed.
She didn’t taste right, though. “We need more drinks,” she purred.
“I need you to suck me off in the bathroom, lovely.” Getting off sounded like just what I needed. My heart started to race. My skin felt hot.
“That sounds like fun. I want you to grab my hair. Drag me to my knees, my king,” she rasped. Fucking yes. Just what the doctor ordered. “But I have a few questions, first,” she replied before kissing my neck. “How did your father die? They said he passed in his sleep, but the autopsy hasn’t been released yet.”
Sobriety washed over me in one mighty swoop.
I pulled away and cupped her neck. “What tabloid are you with, sweetheart?”
“I’m not with one. I was just curious…”
I eyed the bouncer. They had an unspoken rule that the king could kick out whoever he wanted. He headed over immediately.
“Out,” I said.
“Oh, but we were just getting started!” she exclaimed while clawing at my chest. I grabbed her wrist and shoved her off me and into the bouncer’s open arms. She licked her lips and laughed maniacally. “Enjoy the Molly, Your Highness.”
I rolled my eyes and turned around to stumble up to the VIP room. Fuck her. Fuck my father. Fuck this entire fucking kingdom.
And most of all, fuck Christine Abernathy for stealing my heart and stomping on it.
Wired. That was the best way to describe how I was feeling. I tore at my clothes. I moaned into my pillow while writhing against satin sheets.
“You sure he’ll be okay?” Atticus asked. Or at least, I think it was him. “Sorry you have to do this on your one night in town.”
