Page 37 of The Crownless King
She opened her mouth to argue, but Sebastian lifted his hand to shut her up.
“Shawty, you see how Levi is fighting with the madness. I’m just asking you to be considerate of that.”
Their eyes locked in a battle of wills before she nodded. “Fine.”
“Thank you. Now, go shower and shit. We got somewhere to be.”
Before she could argue, there was a knock on the door. She frowned when Bas stepped away and opened it. A maid was standing at the door, a garment bag in her hand.
“What’s going on?”
“You’re going out,” was all he said.
What did that mean? “Going out where?”
“Amaya, I’m asking you to go into this shit with an open mind.” He paused to consider his next words. “The Levi you get in this house is different than how he has to be outside. How he reacts to disrespect once he leaves here is some shit you don’t want to see.” He left with that parting warning.
Amaya closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She understood the threat beneath his words. When she opened them, the maid was there, waiting patiently.
She grabbed the garment bag and sighed, her shoulders dropping in surrender. She was going out with the king of the vampires. She prayed that she could control her mouth because she imagined Levi’s reputation was well-earned, and the last thing she wanted was to get back on his bad side.
Chapter thirteen
He was nervous.
It was a revelation and a nuisance. Amaya vexed him! Her very presence drove him mad, and yet he took every opportunity to be in proximity to her. He adjusted the chains around his neck in the mirror in his office and clenched his jaw. Would she show up? He’d had clothes delivered to her room, but Amaya was unpredictable.
‘Your Highness,’Lucas cut into his thoughts.‘She’s headed down.’
Rolling his shoulders, Levi left his home office and joined his men in the foyer. They were all in black, from their Henleys down to the cargo pants and thick combat boots on their feet. It was their standard uniform when they left the house with him. He kept to all black, wearing a pair of slacks with a matching button down, opened to the top of his chest. His Cuban links rested on his skin, glinting in the light.
He was second-guessing taking Amaya with him to this meeting, but everyday his emotions and thoughts were growing more erratic. It seemed the only time he had relief was when he was around her.
Hopefully, that would work tonight.
Amaya descended the stairs and he damn near had to force himself to stay in place. The clothes he’d sent up looked innocent enough on the hanger. The black mini blazer dress had a pleated skirt, and gold buttons across the chest. He wanted her to match him and his men, so he’d kept it simple. Why, then,did she look like sin personified? The lace of her bra peeked through the deep vee of the dress, pushing up her breasts. His mouth watered as he took in the expanse of thick thighs the skirt exposed. Her makeup was done to perfection, making her dark eyes stand out more, the deep red of her lips beckoning him. Her hair was down around her shoulders in soft waves and Levi clenched his hands tight.
‘Aye, man, ain’t no way I’m finna deal with a possessive Levi tonight. You gotta send shawty back upstairs to put on a sack,’Lucas grumbled.
Bas snickered.‘He picked that shit out himself. He must’ve forgot shawty thicker than cold grits.’
‘Both of you shut the fuck up!’Levi snapped, his eyes never leaving Amaya’s form.
They were both right, unfortunately. Instead of heeding their warning, he waited with bated breath as Amaya walked towards him, sashaying in heels that were sky-high. He swallowed, praying he wouldn’t drool and embarrass himself.
“Where are we going?” she asked, adjusting a small black purse across her chest.
“A business meeting,” he managed as she sidled up next to him.
“Interesting,” she murmured, following Bas out the door.
“Fuck me,” he whispered when he saw all that ass from the back. This definitely wasn’t a great idea.
He helped her into the back seat, taking a deep calming breath before he entered in behind her. With her perfume clouding his senses, Levi was damn near drugged sitting next to her.
“You look amazing,” he told her softly.
A head tilt and a small smile was her answer to that. Could they get through this evening without fighting? The wall around her mind slowly dropped as they rode in companionable silence. It filled Levi with relief.
