Page 40 of Slay King

I ignored him as he walked past us to leave. With him gone, I could ask more specific questions and hopefully get her to talk. I went to get her some ice water, then placed it on the bar in front of her before taking her chin and looking her in the eyes.

“You don’t feel well, or something is bothering you. Whatever it is, tell me.”

She blinked, but said nothing as she stared up at me.

“Sweets,” I said sternly, but not enough to scare her.

“I don’t feel great,” she said just above a whisper.

“I’ll call Drew,” I told her, dropping my hold on her chin and reaching for my phone.

“NO!” Her hand shot out and grabbed my wrist.

I stared at her, confused.

“He gave me my … he stopped by today. I was due for a checkup. I’m fine. Just a bug or something.”

Maeme hadn’t said anything about a checkup. That was odd. Why was I just now hearing about it?

“What kind of checkup?” I asked.

“The … woman kind,” she replied, and some color came back to her cheeks.

I stilled. “What do you mean, the woman kind?”

She took in a deep breath, as if she was exasperated with my questioning. “You know, the kind a woman has done once a year. I was overdue.”

My nostrils flared as I inhaled sharply, jamming my phone into my pocket. “Tell me what he did,” I demanded.

Her eyes widened. “You want details?”

My teeth were clenched so tightly that I wasn’t sure I could open them to speak. I nodded.

“A Pap smear, okay?” she said.

No, he fucking didn’t. I moved past her, stalking toward the door. I hadn’t been told Drew was going to lay her on a goddamn table and open her legs.

“KING!” she cried out, and I paused, trying to get control of the rage rolling through me like a tidal wave.

She had set her glass down and was rushing after me. “Where are you going?” she asked.

“To kill a man,” I replied honestly.

She grabbed my arm so tightly that her nails bit into my skin. “NO! Who?”

My eyes dropped to her tiny hand that held on to my biceps as if she had the strength to stop me. “The doctor.”

“What?!”

I lifted my gaze back to hers, trying to will myself to calm down, but the image of her lying on a table with her legs open in front of him was fucking with my head.

“No man …” I said, holding her gaze. “NO MAN looks at or touches what is mine.”

The panic on her face was the only thing keeping me grounded.

“King, it is normal. Women go to the doctor. It’s for my health and to make sure I’m okay. I needed a checkup.”

I shoved my fingers in her curls and fisted the caramel locks in my hand. “Then, a woman doctor can do it.”

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