Page 15 of Chemistry: The Chemist

“To me.” She huffed. “Who else matters?”

“You’re insufferable.”

“Then why are you here? Time and time again.”

“I was just leaving.”

I stood. Immediately, she demanded I sit. Not with words, but with those penetrating eyes.

“You don’t run shit, Roulette. Get that through thick ass skull.”

Tiptoeing around her with words had never been necessary. She had tough skin, possibly tougher than all the others. But it was no match for Rugger. That motherfucker was in a league of her own.

“Can’t knock a girl for trying.”

Wordlessly, I strode, contrarily. As I moved closer to her door, eyes still trained on her, I waited for words I knew she was full of.

“Don’t come back if you’re just coming to start shit.”

“Never accuse a man of getting his dick sucked by another man and you won’t end up with a dental bill and bruised ego.”

“Oh, please, Chem.”

My shoulders lifted and fell almost immediately after.

“Why don’t you blow off some steam in one of the VIP rooms? I can get one of the girl–”

“Not interested, baby.”

“So serious. Loosen up. Tonight. Just once.”

“I have to produce a son in the next twelve months or jeopardize the integrity of our family. You think I give a fuck about letting loose anywhere but in a woman who can give me that?”

Pushing out a heap of air was her only response. I turned and twisted the knob on her door, sure she was behind me. Heels clacked against the floor as we trekked down the hallway. Music greeted us when we reached the large room designed for entertainment.

My peripheral scan detected a diamond in the muddy plain, halting my movement and making Roulette slam into my heels. The thought of her expensive foundation smearing against my letterman forced my eyes closed.

“Fuck!” she spat.

I have two more, I reminded myself. The compulsive nature of mine left me with hardly a choice. Buying in sets of threes was a habit I’d developed after ruining too many good pieces to keep count.

I separated my lids. My line of vision became increasingly clearer as I zeroed in on stage.

Climbing the stairs as the music selection changed was a frame dipped in chocolate. Long legs, which seemed never-ending, led me to a waistline that barely existed, a chiseled back, a slender neck, and a ponytail that hung past the ass wouldn’t allow me to ignore it if I tried.

Fucking flawless.

Black lace covered a bald pussy. The same sheer fabric covered dark nipples, but left little to the imagination. Her exposure angered me, drawing me closer to the ledge than I’d ever been. Without a second thought, I was prepared to jump and I didn’t give a fuck where I landed or who I landed on.

That’s her.

I recognized shit belonged to me without qualms. She was no different. From the top of her head to the bottom of the mile-high heels on her feet, she was mine. In this one and in the next lifetime.

Part of my personalia.

An unfamiliar yearning panged me. Though disgusted, I was receptive to the feeling.

My stomach flipped. My chest tightened. My blood boiled. My head spun. My temperature spiked. For the life of me, I couldn’t determine whether I was more intrigued or infuriated.

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