Page 103 of Rising Queen (Blood Empire 1)

“My apologies, Queenie. I... I didn't know it was you,” she stammers out an apology.

“You're lucky I'm not done with this party yet. I don’t put up with that kind of shit from anyone, and not from some dusty, old cunt like you. Now get the fuck out of my face.”

The woman and man get away as fast as they can, and Harlow watches them go with a big grin. It grows even bigger when she sees me.

“That was fun,” she says, giggling. “I should come to these things more often.”

I can't help but grin. “They definitely wouldn't be boring with you around.”

“Never,” she beams.

“So, how did it go? Get anything good?” I ask. Her face drops.

“No,” she grumbles. “All they fucking talked about was golf.” She rolls her eyes.

“Did you want to go?” I ask.

“Well, how did you make out?” she asks, brushing off my question while putting the bottle of wine on the table and sweeping some of her black curls away from her face.

“Not bad, actually. May even have some potential business opportunities with a few of these companies.”

“Nice!” she smiles again, nodding her head appreciatively. “Well, the night is still young, and so are we. Let's mingle and see if we can make a good name for you. I'll be good, I promise,” she winks.

“Really, now?” I smirk, and she just shrugs. She slips her arm into mine and drags me off.

We spent the next little while talking to most of the people here; everyone but the men she wanted information about. At some point, they noticed Harlow was here and some even had nervous looks on their faces. Some may think it’s due to a guilty conscience or in fear of being exposed.

There was a moment when I had to excuse myself to the bathroom and rub one out, because the amount of touching she was doing caused all of my blood to rush right to my dick. After that, when it happened yet again, I just tucked my dick into the waistband of my pants. There was no ridding me of this guy right now.

She laughed as she told everyone nothing but good things about my cousins and me. She would pet my chest and squeeze my arm; a few times she even placed her head on my arm.

How can such simple things have this much of an effect on me? I know it’s all for show. Deep down she hates me, only putting on a show and playing nice for Rosie’s sake. But her act is anything but nice tonight. It’s pure fucking torture and is testing every ounce of my needed control.

She makes me feel things. Things I’ve never felt about anyone before. I don't know how to handle this. Knowing she won't ever feel the same things I do, it makes me feel even more out of control.

My cell phone goes off, and Harlow looks at me in question, interrupting the conversation she was having. I shrug and step to the side to take the call.

“Hello,” I answer.

“Put Harlow on,” Evie says as her greeting.

Without another word, I hold the phone out, wordlessly telling Harlow it's for her. She wraps up her conversation and makes her way over.

“It’s Evie,” I explain when she cocks a brow in question. She snatches the phone from me.

“E?” Harlow answers. I look between Harlow and the councilmen as she talks to Evie. Harlow doesn't say much, just cursing at whatever Evie is telling her. The men watch her with wary eyes, but I can see them trying hard to hide it.

“Fuck,” Harlow hisses. “Another girl.”

“Shit,” I sigh, running my hand through my hair.

“I need to get out of here and cool down before I take this motherfucking gun and shoot all of the fat fuckers point-blank right here in front of hundreds of witnesses,” she growls.

“Might be a good idea. I can drop you off at the club if you want,” I tell her. “I need to head over to our downtown office building. There's a few old files there that might help with some business dealings that these guys have been going on about.”

“Your building isn't too far from the beach, drop me there. I'll take a walk, maybe dip my feet in the water, and meet you at your office in an hour.”

IPACE AROUND MY OFFICElike a caged animal as I try to get myself under control. I have a raging boner that won't go away. I’ve masturbated three times now, and it won't fucking go down. I'm slowly going out of my fucking mind! I can't get her out of my head.

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