Page 19 of Claiming His Throne
“You asked.” I laugh.
Chapter Eight
I’ve had good sex before. Great fucking sex. Nothing compares to what last night was, though. I left Molly’s room at midnight, came down to the casino floor, and walked the high-roller’s room before closing myself in my office. I haven’t been able to get her out of my head. I can still fucking taste her on my lips.
I went to her room with the intention of keeping my enemy close.AndI may have wanted to see just how far she’d let me get before she kicked me out. To say I was surprised she didn’t would be an understatement.
I need to get her out of my head. I shouldn’t have had breakfast sent up to her room, and I really shouldn’t have the camera feed from outside her suite door up on my screen. I saw her assistant enter her room. He has a fucking key. Neither of them has left yet, and I can’t stop watching, just to get a glimpse of her again.
I’m supposed to be going over some accounts, not obsessing over a woman I left just hours ago. I don’t obsess over women. I enjoy them and forget them. Molly Olive isn’t just any woman, though. No, she’s the one who’s trying to buy up properties on my fucking street so she can knock them down and rebuild her over-the-top shit. By keeping an eye on her, I’ll be able to stay one step ahead.
At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.
When my eye catches movement on the screen, I turn and see her. She’s wearing a light-pink dress, skin-fucking-tight with her tits popping out of the top of it. Fuck me, she’s stunning. I don’t even think she tries to be, and yet she just is. Her hair is down. Long brown waves frame her cheeks. I want to wrap my hand around that hair and hold her face up towards mine.
Fuck, now my cock is hard again. The only reason I stopped last night and let her go to sleep was that I ran out of condoms. And no matter how much my dick wanted to stay buried inside her, I’m not stupid enough to do it bare.
Where is she going?
I watch as she enters the elevator. And I’m standing and walking out of my office before I can talk myself out of it. I head to where I know she’ll be exiting.
“I was just on my way to find you.” My cousins CJ and Elias stop in front of me just as I reach the lobby.
“Why?” I ask, keeping my eyes focused on where the traffic from the elevator exits.
“You were MIA last night. Where were you?” CJ questions.
“Busy.”
“Just busy? Doing what?” Elias asks with a tilt of his head.
“None of your fucking business,” I grunt out.
Why the fuck are these two assholes all up in my business?
I spot Molly walking out into the lobby with her assistant. Her eyes land on mine, and a small smile spreads across her lips before she schools her features and looks away.
“Ah, so notwhatbut awho?” CJ says, following my line of sight.
“Fuck off.” I barge past both of them and head towards Molly. She’s already walking over to the exit. “Going somewhere?” I ask, stepping up next to her.
She gasps and blinks at me. “I’m sorry… Do I know you?”
“No. But I sure as fuck know you.” I smirk as I run my eyes over her body.
“Ah, Mol?” Her assistant looks between us.
“Angus, this is… Shit, I forgot your name. What was it again?” Molly eyes me expectantly.
“Alfie Giuliani.” I hold out a hand to her assistant.
“Angus,” he says, returning the gesture.
“It’s not going to work, you know,” I hum, my focus on Molly again.
“What’s not?”
“Wherever you’re going today, whoever you’re going to try to convince to sell you their properties, it won’t work.”
