Page 68 of Rhet

Ipress my hands unto the marble slab on my bathroom wall, letting the hot spray wash over my back. I try to make sense of my day or days. I have developed the great art of not giving a fuck over the years. It’s a gift if you ask me. However, since Zeeta arrived, I have been giving fucks left, right, and center.

I sent a kid to the aquarium with his family, a fuck given. I didn’t shoot the Senator when he was disrespectful. I didn’t kick Joe’s ass all over my office, another two fucks given. Normally, if I’m offended, I exact my revenge swiftly.

Today, I sat for two hours waiting for an upset mother to pick up her son. Whose name is Luca. Apparently, the mother left her children with an au pair. The au pair however was busy screwing the housekeeper in a linen closet. I saw the bittersweet look Zee got when she passed Luca back to his mother. Part of me wanted to tell her to bend over and let me give her a kid.

I have never in my life thought of having a kid until I saw Luca with Zee today.

“The fuck.” I whisper

I pass my hands through my hair letting the water run over my scalp. The peppermint aroma from a shower tablet my mom buys from Sugah Bae eases my mind. I don’t know what’s happening, but this shit has to stop. I walk out of my shower, and it automatically stops.

I have to get her out of my system. Julian is my right hand, but I am never this excited to see him when he arrives in the mornings.

I get up way to early just to see her walk in my kitchen. Most days, I sit to watch her come in, click clacking in her heels and tight skirts.

I dry my skin and take out a pair of dark gray sweatpants. Then I put them on.

I should screw her out of my system. It should work like magic. Ala-ka-fucking-zam, one dick down later and my cock will be unimpressed and over it. Where is she?

Reaching for my phone on my nightstand, I dial her number.

“Hello.” Her voice sounds relaxed.

“I told you, your body is mine tonight. Why aren’t you here?” I throw myself on my bed and look up at my ceiling.

“Normally, I go on a date first before I have sex,” she says.

“How did that work out for you?”

“Well, I got free meals?” She chuckles

“Get to the house, we will watch TV. There will be food. My staff arranged a table for us.”

“You know, other than your guards. I hardly ever see staff.”

I drag my hand down my face in frustration. “That means they are doing their jobs. Get here in five minutes.”

“I don’t answer to any man. Besides, I had a long day,” she teases.

“Continue messing with me. I will put my tongue so far up your pussy, I will lick your heart then your brain and you will be hooked on me.” I close my eyes, thinking about how great eating her pussy will be. Shit I really need to get her out of my system.

“Well, that was descriptive.”

“Zee,” I warn her.

“The moment you said pussy. I teleported. I was already downstairs in your kitchen. Where is the food?”

I hung up the phone and scrambled from my bed heading for the stairs. I stop running halfway down the stairs and walk down the rest. I refuse to look eager in front of anyone; but I haven’t been this excited for sex in a long while.

As I enter the kitchen, she sits on the bar stool on her phone.

“Any other woman would be wearing lacy lingerie,” I mutter. Honestly, the short night shirt she wears, shows off her legs. I like it more than lingerie.

“Sorry, this is a Walmart $6.99 sleep shirt and short pants combo.” She pulls at the shirt and looks down. “It’s made of cotton, there are some candy canes and some Christmas trees.”

I stand taking her all in. Her hair is in a messy pile on top her head, and she has something I’ve never see her wear in on her face.

“You wear glasses?” I inquire. The glasses make her look like a naughty teacher. I never had a thing for glasses ‘till now.

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