Page 19 of London's Calling: Part 1
She has a slim waist with a flare to her hips, which only accentuates her ample chest and are at least real. She’s bare except for a small, neatly trimmed landing strip in the centre, displaying her piercing as she walks toward me. Her friend heads straight for Priest, handing him another beer as I take the one Crystal offers me, then she leans down and kisses me.
I break the kiss a second later, not comfortable with the level of intimacy she’s attempting. Turning my face away, she’s unperturbed and trails kisses down my chest, dropping to her knees as she reaches the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. I raise my hips so she can free my cock.
“How did your father take the news about the Mayfair apartment?” Priest asks me as he groans.
Looking over, I find the other girl mirroring Crystal’s position, on her knees, as she sucks Priest’s cock.
“He wasn’t fucking…happy,” I stutter as Crystal circles the head of my cock with her tongue. “He’s letting me stay in the other apartment.” My head drops back, and I close my eyes as Crystal takes me fully into her mouth, sucking me down to the hilt.
Priest barks out a laugh. “And how’s that working out for…you staying…ahhh…next door to the Ice Queen?”
“Shut the fuck up, Priest,” I snap, dragging Crystal off my dick by her hair. I point to a small box on the left, which contains condoms. She gets up and collects one, bringing it back to me. “Ride me,” I order, and a minute later, I’m buried to the hilt inside her as she does exactly that.
Something feels off about the whole thing, but I finish nonetheless. Once Priest and the other girl, who I learn is Gem, are done, we move to the Jacuzzi and watch as Gem feasts on Crystal’s pussy.
When Gem offers herself to me twenty minutes later, I make an excuse and disappear inside the house after changing back into my clothes.
“Not like you to pass up pussy on a plate,” teases Fletch as he comes and sits beside me in the sunken lounge as I nurse another beer.
“Yeah, well, pussy is all the same, and I’m not in the mood.”
Wouldn’t say no to Roni though, would you?
“Wanna talk about it?”
I slant an irritated glare his way. “No, Fletch, I don’t want to fucking talk about it.” I drain the last of my beer and stand. “I’m going to head home. Tell Priest I’ll call him tomorrow.”
I message James as I leave and tell him I’ll meet him at the gate. He arrives ten minutes after I do, and he drives me home in silence.
James slots in behind another car just as they pull away. I can’t see who is inside, and when I look over to the front entrance of the apartment, I see the door closing and assume it was Roni’s security dropping her off. But as I get out of the car and bid James a goodnight, I see Carl sitting in his car a couple of cars down.
Chapter Fourteen
Roni
I’m lying in bed when I hear a muted click, then a clunk. At first, I pass it up as my imagination, but when I hear a door opening down the hall, I know it’s not. I quietly climb from my bed where I’d been laying in the dark and thinking since my bath. As I creep toward the open door, I stop by my purse and find the bottle of pepper spray I always keep stashed in there. I press against the wall beside the door and listen for any other sounds, but I don’t hear anything. Taking a deep breath, I hold the pepper spray up in front of me and prepare to peek around the frame. Only when I do, I’m faced with a man in dark clothing just outside the door. My finger automatically presses down, shooting pepper spray directly in the face of the intruder.
“Arrgh…fucking…Jesus Christ, Roni!” a familiar voice cries out, bringing their hands up to cover their face.
“Mickey?” I smack the light switch inside the bedroom, casting light into the hallway. “Are you fucking insane? What are you doing here? Again,” I finish with a sigh. Mickey is stamping his foot as he swipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.
“Fuck…that hurts like you wouldn’t believe!” Mickey curses as he spins to face me, eyes squinting open to glance at me. “Are you trying to blind me, Ice Queen?”
“Not you especially, just the arsehole who broke into my home for the second time in one day,” I say, folding my arms and cocking my hip.
Mickey grunts and pushes past me into the bedroom, then through to the ensuite, flicking the light on as he goes.
“Yeah, come on in…” I grumble as I follow him and lean against the door frame as he splashes cold water over his face. “To my apartment,” I tack on the end.
He stops and turns to me. “Not—” His words cut off and he marches towards me, snatching hold of my chin and tilting my face to the light. “What the fuck happened to your face?” he demands.
“Nothing,” I say, brushing his hand away.
Mickey wipes at his eyes again as he levels me with a look that says he doesn’t believe me.
“It’s not fucking nothing, Roni. Your cheek is red, and you have marks either side of your mouth…finger marks.”
I walk into the bedroom, keeping my back to him while I try to figure out what I’m meant to say. I can’t tell him it was Simmonds or why.
