Page 21 of Prince of Darkness

“I’m mad at you. I’m not losing my clothes.”

“I’m pleased as fuck with you.” He enters his room, kicking the door closed behind him. “I was going to give you tonight but you came to me.” He pulls, letting me slip down his body until my feet hit the floor.

“You told me to go home.”

“Wasn't going to fight out in the street with your dad about us. I have more respect for him and us than that. Even if it did kill me to tell you to go home because your home should be with me.” I open my mouth to say something but close it again. I tried one more time, but his words have taken me by surprise.

“You want me to live with you?”

“Want more than that. A ring on your finger and a few kids.”

“Jason.” I gasp. My head is spinning. We haven't even had sex. Not to mention he’s drunk.

“Right now I want you naked with my mouth on your pussy.” He digs his fingers into my hair to tilt my head back and claim my mouth.

That’s not the only thing he claims. He took my heart too.

15

JASON

“Fuck.” I sit up when I don’t find Olivia in bed next to me. I blame the liquor. I can’t remember the last time I drank that much. I thought a few drinks would ensure that I kept my ass home for the night and not make things worse by driving over to her house and pulling her out. I knew I didn’t need to give her old man another reason not to like me.

My ass would have ended up in jail or in a fight with her father. That’s the last thing I’d ever want. I was trying to lock Olivia down to me. Not send her running for the hills.

I grab a pair of jeans, pulling them on to go in search of her. I see her purse on the floor along with her clothes, so I know she’s still here. Where the hell had she gone? I suppose she could have changed into some of the clothes she’s brought over before.

I open her purse to see her keys and dead phone inside. I pull her phone out and put it on the charger. I’ve never seen a girl more careless with her phone in my life. It drives me insane.

In the kitchen, I find a bunch of crap out on the counter to make breakfast, but Olivia is nowhere in sight. I leave the room, having no choice but to check the club. I follow the sound of voices into the main kitchen. I come to a stop when I enter and see Olivia, Pink, my mom, and one of the regular girls Carla standing in the shared kitchen area.

They all turn to look my way. Everyone smiles at me but my girl. She hits me with a glare that has me rewinding last night in my head to figure out why I’m in fucking trouble.

Last thing I remember is eating her pussy. And I know by the way she was screaming my name that she has no qualms about that. Oh shit. I might have also told her I planned to marry and knock her up. I remember vaguely saying something along those lines. Would that piss her off? If anything, I would have thought it would make her run, but she’s here right now. She could have grabbed her keys and took off on me. Not that she would have gotten far before I dragged her ass back here.

Even last night when I told myself I wasn’t going to go to her place and drag her out, I still made sure someone was keeping an eye out. Everything that had gone down earlier in the day had left me feeling a bit uneasy. And everyone knows that my gut has never done me wrong. So I made sure I had eyes on Olivia.

“Morning, ladies.” Ignoring Olive’s glare, I snag her around the waist and pull her into my side. She melts into me, her hand coming to my chest. “You want to tell me where your clothes are?”

“Me?” She keeps the glare pointed at me. “I have a shirt on. Where’s yours?” Her fingers tap my bare chest.

“It looks like you’re wearing it.” It's a dress on her but still. Her beautiful, toned legs are on full display. I know she’s not wearing panties because I saw them on the floor. I slip my hand to her ass to check but find that she does have something under the shirt. “Stop that. Your mom is right here,” she hisses.

“Your mom is wondering why Olivia is here in the main kitchen searching for syrup. You invited a girl over, you should be the one making breakfast.” Now my mom is glaring at me too.

“I’ve been fucking the wrong men then,” Carla says, taking a sip of her coffee. Pink bursts into laughter.

“I enjoy cooking,” Olivia says, ducking her head. I have no doubt she is blushing.

“I’m guessing Pres doesn’t know the rules since he never has girls over,” Pink says, and I know I’m going to have to give her a raise.

I’m not stupid. Olivia isn’t from this world, and I’m sure seeing girls here running around half naked sometimes with some of the other men might have her thinking that I do the same. That she’s no different.

After last night and seeing that look on her face when she heard Arch in my office with Vee thinking it might be me, I know we need to have that talk. I want her to be really clear where we stand and the shit I would never pull on her.

“How about I make everyone breakfast then.” Fuck. I want to go back to bed and have her for breakfast. It’s Sunday, and neither of us have to be anywhere.

“Carla and I have plans,” Pink jumps in.

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