Page 10 of Pills and Potions: Kase
“Where’d he go?” I asked casually, trying not to soundtoocurious.
Jace glanced up from his phone. “Said he had to run an errand. Didn’t say where.”
My heart dropped for no reason, and I didn't want to admit it.
Tuesday bumped my arm. “Good. One less ego in the room. Now, come on. You got dibs on the reclining chair with the massage button.”
We eventually went over to their place for a movie night. Kase walked in halfway through with a girl wearing booty shorts that leftnothingto the imagination. My eyes widened at what she had on; she looked downrighttrashy.
“What’s good, people? Oh yeah, what’s up…Vibrating Wheels,” Kase said all loud, and with a smirk.
“Oh Lord,” I whispered, sinking into the couch.
“You called her what?” the girl laughed.
“She knows why I said it,” he winked.
“Please, don’t go there,” I begged, cheeks burning.
“If you need help, just drop the plastic and get the hard one I got,” he said, lips curving up.
Even though he was being a cocky jerk, my lower core reacted anyway. My clit pulsed like it had no loyalty. I offered a stiff smile as they joined us for the movie. My heart broke a little every time I would see him with a woman, because it was the hard truth that I would never be his type. I used it as my chance to bow out, too, let Jace and Tuesday have their peace. I loved being around them. I really did. Jace and Tuesday had this natural rhythm, like they were their own little universe. Most of the time, I didn’t mind orbiting nearby. But tonight? Tonight, I felt like a satellite drifting way too far.
I slipped down the hallway to the guest room I always used when I stayed over. Then I changed into my favorite pair of pajama shorts and an oversized tee with faded lettering that read,“Read More, Worry Less.”After brushing my teeth and tying up my hair, I crawled under the covers. For once, I was actually starting to relax. Then I heard a loud woman’s moan.The walls were too damn thin. I laid there stiff in the dark, curled under the blanket, trying to breathe normal, trying not to hear it. But I did. I heard everything.
Her moans. His voice. The bed knocking.
And his mouth. God, that mouth, it was reckless.
“Yeah, take that dick. Look at you, beggin’ like you don’t know what to do with it.”
My stomach clenched, and I squeezed my eyes shut, but it didn’t help. The sound of her whimpering made my chest tighten. The way he talked to her, low, nasty, confident, it played with something deep inside me that I didn’t want to name.
“Stop running from this dick and take it.”
I swallowed hard. He was cocky, and I hated that I was listening. Hated that my thighs were clenching on their own. My breath was shaky. That I wanted him, even now, even while he was in the other room, breaking someone else down, I wanted it to be me. And I hated myself for that. I rolled onto my side, yanking the pillow over my ears, but it was no use.
“You feel that? That’s mine now. Tell me who it belongs to.”
Her voice cracked something like “Kase,” and I felt my heart drop.
I wasn’t supposed to care.
I wasn’t supposed to feel like this.
My chest felt tight, but my thighs were worse, clenched like they were mad at me for not being enough. Every moan I heard from that room made my stomach twist, made my heart drop a little lower. He was in there giving her the kind of pleasure I dreamed about, and I hated how jealous that made me. Hated how my body still wanted him, even while my pride was begging me to move on.
Chapter 3
Kase Madoxx
Business was boomin’ and I was eatin’ like a king. One of my clubs catered to chaos, flashing lights, sweat in the air, DJ spinning until the walls shook. That wasVoltage. The other? All class and clout. VIP only. Cigar smoke, high heels, private bottles, and million-dollar whispers. That wasKnight. My two worlds, both feedin’ my pockets and my ego. As I sat on my office couch, Blyss went over my books with me. She helped me with my accounting ‘cause she was good with numbers. I knew her nerdy ass was good for somethin’. On top of that, she worked as a librarian and did accounting part-time. The girl had brains, no doubt, so I made sure she helped me out a bit. She was sittin’ across from me in my office, legs crossed, tote bag tucked under her chair, them big-ass glasses sittin’ on her nose like always. Thick frames, bold as hell. That cardigan she had on was buttoned wrong, and every five seconds she kept pushin’ them glasses up like they were tryna escape. Her whole vibe screamed organized chaos, but weirdly? That shit worked on her. While she kept flippin’ through the books, eyes locked in like it was life or death, I strolled over to my mini bar and poured myself a scotch. Ain’t need no ice when the liquor was this good. I took a sip of the smooth liquor and went to plop down before speakin’.
“You ever thought about gettin’ smaller frames or some contacts?” I asked, voice low and dry.
She didn’t look up. “I tried contacts. Almost poked my eye out.”
I let out a short laugh. “Figures. You clumsy as hell. Always trippin’ over your own damn shadow.”
