Page 45 of Bully

“Why are you here?” She whispered, returning to her desired hit of caffeine like I wasn’t in her space. “Howare you here?”

“You ghosted me again.” Replying as I watched her expertly work her stand, adding flavor and foam to her cup. “It’s rather annoying.”

“I didn’t realize you had such a fragile ego.”

“I didn’t realize you were willing to walk away from a career of a lifetime at Prism, just to throw a hissy fit.”

She turned and glared at me with her angry golden eyes before facing forward again, like she was choosing not to rile up at my words. “I can’t work for you.”

“Why?”

“We’ll burn the whole place to the ground, on night one. You have to realize that.”

“Pyrotechnics have never been my kink of choice. Dane loved to burn shit as a kid, but not me.”

She turned in the small space I left for her and held her finished cup of coffee between us as she took a sip. “I’m not even going to touch that comment at this time. Because we need to focus on Prism. And you need to find someone else to do my job. Maybe Mya, or Raven can be manager. They both will work hard, I know it.”

“It’s non-negotiable, Rainbow. You’re the only one that will star on that stage. I built it for you.”

The stage that was going to be the epicenter of the club’s activities had been kept secret from everyone as it was remodeled and updated. Even from Sloane.

It previously was a little over twenty feet wide, and now it was double. Where there were glass mirrored rooms above it before, there were now balcony style seating areas off each room so the guests could immerse themselves in the theme and event occurring downstairs, while still playing with what they purchased in their own rooms.

My pretty little Rainbow would shine on that stage.

It was hers.

“You hate me.” She whispered and then steeled her spine with a little shake of her head, “And I hate you.”

“Then what does it matter if we coexist and make truckloads of money together while we hate each other?” I tilted my head to the side, “I think we’ve both proven that we can get along in short bursts from time to time. We haven’t killed each other yet.”

Her eyes fell to a hidden spot on my chest beneath my button-up shirt, where she tried to stab me with my own knife. “That could change at any second.” Her amber eyes drifted up to mine. “And probably will if we keep pretending.”

“Well,” I pulled back from her and stood up to my full height, towering over her. “Only one way to find out, Rainbow. Will it be your lightning that kills me, or will it be my darkness that takes you out? Which do you think will happen first?”

Sloane took another sip of her coffee and leaned up off the counter, “Call me Rainbow one more time and I’ll show you just how fast lightning can strike.” She walked away, back down the hall toward her bedroom without another glance as I stared directly at her lush ass as it swayed with each step under her oversized cat lady shirt. “And get the fuck out of my apartment.”

I didn’t leave her apartment, at least not right away. Instead, I spent the rest of the afternoon working in her living room while she moved around her home, glaring at me every chance she got. At least that was on the rare occurrence that she actually left her bedroom. Sloane acted as though if she hid from me that I’d disappear. At least that was how she had started the day.

Avoiding.

Until it was time for a workout. Some sort of yoga on a sliding bed thing in her living room, to be exact. Then I was a fucking goner and didn’t even try to pretend I wasn’t staring at her graceful body as she contorted herself for my enjoyment.

Jesus, a man could get used to watching that.

When I did leave, she leftwithme to go to Prism, like such a good girl. Though I refrained from telling her that. I was fairly certain my pretty little Rainbow had a praise kink. At least, that’s what I was garnering by the way she came on my cock every time I commended her.

Well, that and the shirt she came out of her room wearing when it was time to leave for Prism.

I had been standing in her kitchen, waiting for her when she came out, fixing her long hair back into a ponytail. As soon as I read the words on her shirt, I choked on my tongue.

“You cannot wear that out in public.” I droned, as she paused, looking perplexed, so I nodded to her chest.

“What’s wrong with it?”

I read the shirt aloud, “Don’t praise me, I’ll cum.” And glared at her. “That’s a ridiculous shirt.”

“Yeah,” She scoffed, “That’s the point. Besides,” She winked at me as she grabbed her keys and bag, “It’s also incredibly accurate.”

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