Page 47 of London's Calling: Part 1
“Shit! What the fuck is he doing here?” I whisper. “You need to hide, or better yet, go back to your own apartment, Rawlins.”
He’s shaking his head before I even finish my sentence, then there’s another knock on the door and more demands for me to open up.
“I’m not fucking leaving?—”
“He can’t see you here. Just go, I can handle Clayton.”
He’s not convinced, I know he’s not, but some part of me takes pleasure in knowing he doesn’t want to leave me here alone with Clayton.
This time it’s a fist banging against the door. “Veronica! Open the fucking door. Franklin told me you didn’t come home, so I know you’re here.”
Before I can say anything more, Mickey cups my face and kisses me, then he jogs backward down the hall toward the stairs and disappears as I go to open the door.
Composing myself, I take a deep breath, trying not to think about my lack of clothing as I look down at myself and see my nipples are hard. Fuck! Damn you, Mickey! Nothing I can do about it now. Hopefully he’ll just think I was in bed and cold.
I shake my arms out, trying to loosen the tension, then open the door. “Clayton,” I say, croakily playing up to the whole in bed thing. “What are you doing here?”
He shoves the door open and barges past me. “Didn’t you hear me knocking?”
“I was wiped out and fell asleep. Has something happened?” I ask, hoping to deflect and calm his obvious anger.
He scans the apartment, his nose turning up, as I close the door and shuffle after him. “Nothing fucking happened,” he says, turning round and almost crashing into me. He looks me up and down, pausing on my thin, low cut pyjama top. “Hmm.” His hand rises, tracing a finger along the neckline of my top. When he reaches the V, he hooks his finger and tugs, peering down into my cleavage.
I bite my tongue, preventing the verbal tongue lashing I’d give to anyone else. But aside from what I know will happen if I try to stop him, I’m thinking about the likelihood of Mickey hiding down the hall. I’m not a fool. I know Mickey’s reaction if Clayton were to hit me would be the same no matter who it was and doesn’t mean anything more.
My breath is trapped in my lungs as Clayton fists the front of my top, stretching it almost beyond its bounds. I wish I could close my eyes and shut it all out as he continues to roughly pull at my clothes and expose my breasts, but I don’t want to give him even the slightest impression I’m on board with this. He fucking knows I’m not.
“Look at these perky tits and hard nipples. Are you just cold or pleased to see me, Veronica?” He rolls a thumb over one nipple, and I can no longer keep quiet.
“We aren’t married yet, Clayton,” I tell him, my tone a deadly whisper. “And until then, keep your hands to yourself.” Flinging my arms upward, my forearms knock his grip free, and I step back away from him. “I’m tired and just want to sleep.” I sigh as I reach the door, preparing to open it and show him out, but I’m shoved face first into the hard door, managing to turn my face before I hit it with a thud.
Chapter Thirty-Four
Mickey
I stop on the second stair and listen as Roni opens the door. Clayton’s agitated voice fills the apartment as he demands to know why she took so long to answer the door to him, growing clearer as he enters. I peek round the corner of the staircase and see him with his back to me as he takes in the apartment.
I restrain myself when he traces a line along the front of her top, and I even managed to remain hidden when he reveals her tits. But when she goes to let him out and he slams her head against the door, there’s no fucking way I’m not going to stop the cunt. It’s not about Roni—hell, I’d do this no matter who it is.
I march into the room to find Clayton holding Roni’s head to the door with one hand while he tugs at the button on his trousers with the other.
“Doesn’t look like she’s into your kind on kink, Clayton,” I say, declaring my presence.
He barely flinches at the sound of my voice, and he casually rolls his head in my direction as I come to stand beside them.
“Oh look, my future wife’s sidepiece. Why the fuck am I not surprised to find you here.” He keeps Roni in place, and she cries out as he pushes her head harder against the door. “I knew you were a lying bitch,” he says into Roni’s ear before turning back to me. “You want to watch me fuck my fiancée, Rawlins? I’ve got no issue with sloppy seconds. I mean, we all know she’s fucked more men than she can count. Ain’t that right, Veronica?”
And that’s all it takes for me to lamp the bastard. His head rocks to the side as my hit lands on his cheek, and he stumbles to keep himself upright.
I move to take another shot only for Roni to jump in front of me, her hands pushing against my chest.
“Stop! Jesus, are you trying to get yourself killed?” she grits out between clenched teeth.
“Are you for fucking real right now? This bastard was going to rape you.”
Movement in the corner of my eye has me looking over to Clayton and finding him wiping blood from his lip.
“When you love birds are done with this sickening display of affection.”
