Page 140 of Hateful Games

I actually ordered my driver to drive fast so I could reach home early.

There was a restlessness inside me that I haven’t felt before. Nobody likes returning to an empty house. The days all blend together and become dull.

The exact opposite effect of my little hellion’s presence.

Removing my tie and discarding my suit jacket on the couch, I make my way to the kitchen and find it empty. An unwashed plate sits in the sink. Bypassing it, I grab a water bottle from the fridge and take a sip.

I’m purposely torturing myself by dragging my feet when all I want to do is seek her out and hear her voice. Whether it’s to throw yet another insult at me. It’s been hours since I kissed her. Tasted her sweetness. Felt her melt in my arms.

Nine hours, two minutes, and forty seconds, to be exact.

Why the hell do I know that?

Slapping the bottle down on the counter, I force myself to go upstairs with an excuse to shower before I see where she is. Before I can, a little speeding ball comes sprinting down the hallway.

Fire.

He barks, which sounds more like a yelp, as he stops right at my feet. Fireball is a more apt name. Staring up at me, he barks twice more. A reluctant smile tugs at my lips when he jumps and scratches my leg.

Better than him humping my ankle.

I bend and pick the little monster up and he attacks my face with his tongue. I lower him from my face and scratch behind his ear. He’s still energetic and licks my hand. “Do you only know to lick or hump?”

He bites my finger.

“Sorry. My mistake for asking.”

“Woof.”

Shaking my head, I put him down. “Where’s Mommy?”

As if he understands, he twists and runs down the hall. Before disappearing, he stops and turns to see if I’m following. So, I do, and he guides me past the living room, the stairs, and into the left wing. I quickly figure out his destination before we reach it.

The door to the library is wide open and loud music plays from inside. My eyebrows shoot up when I recognize the song.

“Or Nah” by Ty Dolla $ign and the Weeknd.

Are all her songs explicit? I’m salivating to get my hands on her playlist. If she knew I’d be coming home early, she sure as fuck wouldn’t be playing this.

Quietly as not to spook her, I peer into the room just as Fire wanders toward the other two dogs. Rosalie, who faces away from me, remains oblivious. Even when Maggie trots in my direction and, like Fire, demands to be in my arms.

I oblige but make sure to keep her from licking my face.

Bunny lifts his head and, unlike his peers, shows me his teeth. His growl drowned out by the music.

Dropping Maggie, I lean against the doorframe and observe the state of the room. Opened cardboard boxes litter around the room, a few remain unopened and pushed against a corner. One wall of shelves is filled with books and the next is halfway done.

In the midst of the chaos, sits Rosalie.

All the stress of the office vanishes and I become riveted by her. Knees folded beneath her, she leans over her laptop and types away rapidly. The black T-shirt rides up her back, revealing the smooth texture of her skin. The music plays through the Bluetooth speaker and the song switches to “Often” by the Weeknd.

My curiosity rises to a fever pitch as I wonder what she’s writing while listening to a sensual song. The lyrics is enough to send my heartbeat into overdrive as I imagine fucking her into oblivion while it plays in the background.

She’s so zoned out that she doesn’t hear when I come closer.

On one hand, I’m worried that anyone can catch her off guard and easily hurt her. On another, my cock hardens at the thought of surprising her and having my way with her. To slowly strip her naked and eat her cunt.

A perfect greeting to come home to every evening.

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