Page 157 of Volatile Obsessions

He was right; we did need to chat.

This was it.

Vic was finally going to get what he deserved, and I was going to love every bloody second of it—no pun intended.

Me: I’ll meet you at your place. 7pm.

Vic: Speak soon.

As soon as his final text came through, I tapped into my recent calls and rang my Queen, my heart already racing from the burst of adrenaline. We had dinner plans set for the time I’d just promised Vic, and as much as I hated to cancel on her, it simply had to be done.

It was time to cut him loose once and for all, for both our sake. And once he was a thing of the past, I vowed to myself I going to sit her down and finally come clean.

Up on our spot.

High over our kingdom.

Our love demanded honesty, and I had every intention to right by it.

“Hey, baby,” she answered, whirring sounds of the printer going off behind her.

“I have semi-bad news for you,” I came right out with it, hating the fact I had to disappoint her.

I could hear it already.

“Oh, no—what happened?”

“We have to cancel dinner for tonight.”

“Whyyy?” she whined, amping me up all the more for my visit with Vic.

He was going to regret every single decision he ever made, especially fucking with my girl.

“There’s something I have to take care of,” I answered simply, not wanting to intrigue her too much.

“And what is that?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“What do you mean you can’t tell me?!” she screeched adorably.

I had to stifle the villainous chuckle that nearly broke free. “I promise I’ve got it under control, baby, okay?”

“Roman King, what is going on?!” she pressed, her tone both demanding and a little anxious.

Grinning, I dropped to the edge of my bed, and slowly pulled open my top nightstand drawer, withdrawing my pistol from within. “I’m ridding our kingdom of vile peasants, my Queen. Worry not—the King will make it up to you later tonight.”

* * *

“So how’ve you been?”Vic asked awkwardly as we stepped into his study.

The air was thick with tension between us, hence his need for small talk. I fucking loathed small talk and he knew that.

“Just peachy,” I answered, peering around the room to avoid pummeling him on his ass right there. Or pulling my weapon out. “Listen, I’ve got somewhere to be soon, so why don’t you go ahead and get on with whatever it is we need to chat about.”

“Geez, King—at least let me offer you a drink first,” he chuckled, ambling over to the liquor cabinet.

“I’m good, but thanks.” I smiled dryly.

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