Page 41 of Our Blood, Our Pain

“Cool.”

With that, I whip out my phone from my pocket and take a seat at one of the tables near the bar. Before I know it, I’m texting Kai.

You good?

It takes a few minutes for a response, which in fairness, I expect, as he’s working. But it pisses me off nonetheless. I don’t like being left hanging, especially by him. When I message him, I want an immediate response. Arrogant prick that I am, I assume he’s glued to his phone, waiting to hear from me.

Kai

I’m good. Just going through the books with Simon.

Anyone else there?

Kai

Bonnie is here and one of the other girls. Why?

Be on your guard and don’t let them distract you. They’ll be trying to get a taste of your dick.

Kai

After seeing the mess you’ve made of my neck, they know not to bother. Trust me. Your claiming marks have been noticed by everyone. Including fucking Si.

Good. Then they know you’re off limits.

Kai

You sound deranged.

Only for you.

Kai

Stop flirting. Si is looking at me weird and I’m getting hard.

Does my whore need attention? I’ll bind you to my bed and spend hours giving you all the attention you want.

Kai

I’m going now.

And I’m not done.

Kai

Byeeeee!

Such a little shit. But fuck does it get my blood pumping.

You’ll pay for that. A little discipline will be dished out later.

Three dots appear on my screen, then disappear, then reappear, but no message comes through. He’s nervous. And so he should be.

A text alert comes through, and I’m hoping it’s from Kai, but disappointment sets in when I see it’s from Jenny. Not that I don’t want to talk to her, but it’s a little awkward when I’m hard as fuck from verbally sparring with her son.

Jenny

Hi Jules. How’s Kai doing? I miss him.

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