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“Why? Is it gonna ruin the fantasy you have of fucking me?”
“I don’t want to fuck you,” he scoffed. He was lying. His jaw ticked.
“Liar,” I sniffed, sitting on the bed. “What the hell are you doing in my bedroom.”
“Seeing if your panties have dick holes since you act so much like a man,” he said, with a chuckle.
“Whatever. I’m a woman. You know that. You couldn’t stop staring at my tits earlier.” I lifted my shirt, flashing him. “Yes. They’re pierced.” I put my shirt down but King’s eyes were still glued to my chest. My nipples hardened under his gaze even though they were covered now.
“Eh. I’ve seen better,” he said wetting his full lips.
“I doubt it.”
“You might be right. Let me see them again.” He rubbed his hands together and grinned. His smile was perfect. I mean…it was actually symmetrically perfect.
“You wish.” I rolled my eyes but my body pulsed with something charged and sticky. I ignored it and asked him why he was in my room again.
“I told you I’d come see you. Did you think I was lying?”
“Kind of,” I admitted, crossing my legs.
“You almost got your ass killed today…like three fucking times lil girl.”
“Last time I checked, I was grown. Twenty-three to be exact.”
King looked around my room and paused when he got to the bundle of Barbie doll heads I had hanging from the corner of my mirror.
“What the fuck?” He frowned.
“Don’t judge me,” I warned, hopping up and grabbing my collection of doll heads before he could.
“Why the hell do you have a bunch of doll heads? Just the heads?” He looked at me for an answer and I sighed, realizing he wasn’t letting this shit go. He was stubborn as fuck and had the nerve to want his way all the time.
Rude.
“When I lived in a group home for girls, growing up…there was a girl I hated. She was a bitch and I liked to torture her. I stole her shirt one day and we fought over it. After that, I found out she still asked for dolls from the angel tree during Christmas. I stole them whenever I could get my hands on them, cut their heads off, and left the body on her bunk. In turn, she used to piss in my shampoo but I knew about it so I never used the one in my caddy bag,” I explained.
King blinked at me and I knew he thought I was nuts. He wouldn’t have been too far off. The silence between us made me uncomfortable. I didn’t like being judged.
“What was the name of the group home you grew up in?” He asked.
With a frown bending my lips down, I said, “Ocean View Home for Girls. Why?”
“I grew up in Ocean View Home for Boys,” he said, disbelief flooding his deep voice. I blinked a few times, trying to figure out if I believed him or not. The shocked expression on his chiseled features told me he was genuine.
“You grew up right across the fucking street?” I laughed tossing my hand in the air. “I don’t remember seeing you…and I would have remembered seeing you.” I looked him up and down, appreciating the way his t-shirt molded to his muscles. He was composed of strong and bold lines but he wasn’t a broad man. He was tall and solid like a basketball player.
“You wanna fuck me so bad, Jupiter. Just say so, baby.” He held his long arms out. “This dick is always available.” He slid his hand down and grabbed his crotch. I looked too. I wanted to see what he was working with, shit.
“Never that. Plus, I thought you only liked submissive women.”
“I’d be willing to take one for the team. Let me see those cute lil titties again.”
“Fuck you, King. No. Now, what the hell do you want?” I asked, folding my arms and rustling the bunch of doll heads in my hand.
“Listen, I can’t get you into the Kings. We don’t let girls in. I told you. I can extend protection and make sure you don’t get killed though,” He said solemnly.
“Excuse me, what? Make sure I don’t get killed?”
