I hate that my body and mind liked it. Everything is heightened, and I’m horny as fuck. There’s nothing more I want right now than to be touched and ride this shit out for as long as I can.
It’s temporary.
And I’m fucking screwed.
I’ve been high for what feels like forever.
“Hey,” I hear Vivian’s voice coo softly, prompting my eyes to blink a few times to bring her into view. “Are you tired?”
“Where am I, Viv?”
“South Shore. I thought it’d be nice we do it here. Despite what’s happening outside in the streets.”
“It’s time, Cairo. I want to be Queen of Wharf Bay. It’s what we always planned, babe. You and me…forever.”
Delusion is running hella deep in the both of us, and goosebumps line my skin from the softness of her tone and the unnatural need for her lips again.
“I think it’s time we make an heir.”
Onered flag begins waving in my head instead of a whole handful, but I can’t fully wrap my brain around reality and whatisn’tgoing to fucking happen.
“How long have I been here?”
I see Vivian frown before she wipes it away. “Few hours. I didn’t want it to happen like this, but I wanted you to see…” She bites down on her lower lip and closes more of the distance between us. The light pink dress she has on rides up her thighs, ones I’ve been between over a hundred times, and my cock twitches. “I wanted you to remember everything we used to be.”
This shit is crazy.
I begin to fidget in my chair. A bunch of unused energy coursing through my frame, and I just want to move.
But Vivian removes her panties, and my focus deadlocks on the lacy pink material before she brings them up to my face.
“You used to love to keep them,” she mutters gently, forcing me to smell her musky scent and shooting another surge of lust through my veins. “I always wondered if you used to jack off with them.”
I didn’t.
I threw them in the trash.
My eyes flick up to greens, and she smiles, however, I don’t fucking answer. I might be on a horny escapade, but I have the smallest echo of a voice telling me to keep my entire shit together. That it’s the side effects of the drugs that have my cock begging for another round of release.
“I’m a little upset with you, babe.”
I stretch my neck because sitting still like this is driving me crazy. “When aren’t you?”
“When were you going to tell me about the other bitch?” It doesn’t register right away, but Viv makes sure to fill in those blanks without any mention of needing help. “Sienna Matthews. You were going tomarrysome random?—”
“It wasn’t going to happen,” I emit evenly. “Don’t start freaking out about things that didn’t?—”
“She was at your coronation,” she retorts sharply. “She was there to collect. To take what wasmine.”
My eyebrows clench. “Is this why I’m fuckin’ here?”
Vivian bristles with a lift of her chin. “I’m tired of waiting. I don’t know what’s real and what isn’t anymore.”
Oh, for the love of fuck…
“Miss, she’s here.”
The new male voice in the room seizes my attention, but I find only a slightly opened door and no one there.
