Page 9 of Prez's Property

As soon as I came around him, he came with me, groaning into our kiss, his hips jerking against mine as he soaked my walls with his cum.

The sound of movement upstairs had him cursing and moving back from me, his cum leaking out of me.

“Fuck, that’s a pretty sight,” he groaned as he bent to pick my shorts up off the floor.

“You made a mess,” I muttered, keeping my voice low so whoever was up wouldn’t hear us.

He flashed me that perfect grin that always melted my insides. “I like cleaning you up, too.” He gave me a quick kiss as he quickly helped me into my shorts. “Wish I could spend the time to do it today.”

He backed up from me just as Wren stepped downstairs, shrugging his cut onto his shoulders. He inclined his head to us. “Your old lady just came out the room,” he said quietly, striding towards the bar where I had a fresh pot of coffee ready for them. He lifted the pot to me. “Thanks, girly.”

Elijah muttered a curse when his wife emerged downstairs. I moved away from him, heading towards the stairs to go clean myself up. I was tired. I wanted to sleep, and I wanted some more damn time to myself.

11

Seeing his wife was always like having ice-cold water poured over my head. Just like always, I felt disgusting for sleeping with a married man. And just like always, I vowed I was going to cut shit off with him.

“What a fucking slut,” Whitney muttered as she passed me, casting me a disgusted look. I tensed up at her words, my chest tightening with anger.

I wanted to fucking slap her.

But that’s what I was. I was a club slut – one who fell into bed with her husband just about fucking daily.

Suck my left nut, bitch.

“You should apologize to Olivia,” Wren spoke up.

I paused at the bottom of the stairs, my ears tuned in their direction.

“Why should she apologize?” Elijah asked, his deep, gravelly voice sliding around me like a comforting, thick blanket. I didn’t turn to face them – had no reason to.

“She just called Olivia a slut for no damn reason all because she thought no one could hear her. She needs to fucking apologize, prez.”

This time, I did turn around, plastering a fake smile on my face. Elijah looked pissed, his hand already wrapped around Whitney’s arm. “Olivia?” Elijah asked me.

“It’s fine,” I said sweetly. “Us women are used to that kind of shit.”

With that, I turned around and headed up the stairs, but not before I heard Elijah lay into Whitney. “You don’t pay these women, you hear me? You don’t have the right to say a goddamn thing to them. You don’t even have the right to ask them to throw your fucking trash away for you, am I clear? You’re overstepping the fucking boundaries I put in place for you. I suggest you step back in that box I put you in, Whitney.”

Bitch.

I passed Tanner on the stairs. She eyed downstairs nervously. “Is it safe?” she asked me.

I nodded. “Just avoid the queen,” I told her. “She’s in a foul-ass mood.”

Tanner shot me a knowing smile. “If my husband was sleeping with a woman that looks even half as good as you do, bitch, I’d be pissed, too.” I laughed. She squeezed my hand. “Just keep your chin up, girl. That’s all women like us can do.”

With that, she finished walking downstairs. I sighed and went on up to my room to get a shower and crash in bed, sleep calling my name the longer I was awake.

12

Someone was gently shaking me, and if they didn’t fucking stop, I was going to chop their fingers off.

“Go away,” I mumbled, swatting at the hand.

Elijah’s husky laugh met my ears. “Wanted to come check on you, doll. You’ve been up here for hours. Thought I’d have a chance to say bye before I left on this run.”

I slowly opened my eyes, blinking up at him. My room was still dark, which was one thing I liked about Elijah. He didn’t turn the lights on when someone was sleeping.