“I can make you feel better.” She pushes my chair back from the table and falls to her knees.
I close my heavy eyes and run my hand down my face. “Fuck,” I breathe, wondering if Trey gave me something. I can’t remember why I’m here. I feel like I had something to do but… April. That’s it. We have dinner plans. She sent me a picture. Black dress, black heels. My cock gets hard. Yes, that’s what I wanted to do—fuck her.
She unzips my jeans and pulls them down enough to take my cock in her hand. “That’s it, April.” I moan.
“You just sit back, baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” She licks up my shaft. “I always make you feel good, right?”
“Fuck, yeah!” I agree, keeping my eyes shut.
I let go of her, and she falls to the floor once again. “I fucking called you April,” I shout. I really thought it was her. “Are you that fucked up that you didn’t mind?”
She gazes up at me from her knees, her makeup smeared with tears and snot. “I love you, Grave.”
I let out a rough laugh.
“I’ll be whoever you want me to be.” She sniffs. “You thought it was her, but it was me. I did that. I’m who you want!”
Fuck, she’s clearly hallucinating.
“Well, let me make this very clear for you.” I kneel to her level. “Stay the fuck away from me,Lucy! You’re right, it was your mouth I fucked last night, but you were not the one I wanted.” Then I storm out, slamming the door behind me.
LUCY
I watch himstare down at his cell, and I quickly pop open the lid to the pill bottle and dump it over his water. They begin to dissolve immediately. They don’t call it a date rape drug for nothing. But it’s not rape when they want it. He wants me. Always has. Always will. We do this all the time—pop some pills and fuck.
I’m his ride or die. I’m his meant to be.
Grave loves me. He just doesn’t know how to show it.
“Do you love her?” I ask.
His blue eyes find their way to mine, and he lies to my face. “I don’t know her.”
I almost regretted what I did with the pills. Now I feel like I should have added more.
“Have you fucked her?” I ask wanting to see if he lies to me again.
“Jesus, Lucy.” He pushes his chair back from the table. “That is none of your business.”
Grave stands, and my heart races that he may leave. No. I haven’t had my chance yet. She gets to show him how she cares about him, so I should get mine. It’s only fair.
He grabs the water and downs what’s left of it easing my concern a little.
Just then, the door to the office opens, and Trey enters the room once again. “Hey, man,” he says, pocketing his cell, “the kid is fighting here tonight.”
Grave looks down at his watch, probably wondering if the bitch will wait for him. “What time?”
“Seven.”
He plops back down in his seat, snapping, “I want him in here the moment he arrives.”
“So… you’re staying?” I ask, trying to hide my smile.It won’t take long before the pills kick in. I’m already feeling mine.
“Not for you,” he growls.
Oh, but you are staying for me.
I sob on my entryway floor as Grave storms out of my penthouse. I fucked up. I thought if I could show him how much I love him, that he would do the same.
