Page 24 of Obeying Mr Kingsley
An assumption, but irrelevant.
He can’t be jealous.
His dick was still dripping when he told me to not get any ideas.Dripping with both our juices.
Ugh, the memory of his hard, muscular body is still so fresh.How can I be so angry and aroused by the same single memory?
Goddamn him.
Mason Kingsley is no frog, and he knows it.
Still, it was very rude of him to imply I was here to find myself a billionaire husband.In fact, I’m not looking for a husband at all.
I’m happy for Emily.I truly am.But marrying a billionaire is not for the fainthearted.She has personal security and now lives in a penthouse the size of the White House.
That’s probably not true—I’ve never seen the White House—but Sebastian’s home is big and, yes, impressive, but it’s not very warm and inviting.
In my opinion.
The media recently reported their engagement, and people are saying all kinds of things about Emily.She seems to be taking it on the chin.When she gets upset, she’ll call me, and Sebastian’s being supportive.
And protective—as he is all the time when it comes to his soon-to-be wife.
Her life has changed, and while she seems to be going with the flow and maybe even enjoying it, I’m not sure it would be my cup of tea.
She’s had to get a stylist to help with her wardrobe because, and I quote, “New York fashion is important, and you should look the part when attending events with Mr.Remington.”
Gag.
That from his PR manager.
Emily lived in Marks & Spencer clothing for most of her life, with the odd splurge on Zara and Kate Spade, and now has a personal shopper.
“Dude, what the hell?”I said when she told me.
“It’s fine.It’s just clothing.If it’s important to Sebastian, I’m happy to wear the beautiful fancy clothes.”
He was walking through the house.“I prefer you naked.I don’t care.”
She rolled her eyes while I grinned.
“See.”
“Sebastian understands how these things work,” Emily replied.
I glanced up at Sebastian, who was biting into an apple.He shrugged.“Yeah, it’s a thing, but, babe, it’s only for key events.”
“At home I can wear what I like, but the moment I walk out the door or into the Obsidian Nexus Technologies office, the media snapping a photo of me wearing Gap denim cut-off shorts and a band T-shirt is going to create way more trouble than it’s worth.”
I would.
Just to be a rebel.
“Do it and see what happens when you get upstairs to my office.”Sebastian winked at her, then bit into his apple again.
Holy hell.
The chemistry between those two was swoon worthy given they also loved one another.I was envious of that, but not his bank balance.She would have loved him if he was poor too.
