“I think it’s pretty clear what it means. I’m done here.”
He made a low grunt of pain before I tore myself from his arms.
Paparazzi lights flashed through the windows at me as Kingsley chased me back to my seat.
“We aren’t done here,” he growled. “I’m not stopping.”
“Boss, I think you better go,” Jacob advised, and Roberto came up on the other side.
“Next time we’ll have to rent out the whole restaurant. The chefs can’t even cook in there with all that pounding on the window to get to you.”
I saw Dolly cowering at the table blinking her eyes against the flashes while Matt tried to hold up the menus to shield her.
But when he saw me, he leaped up to take my arm.
“Come on, let’s go back to the hotel.”
Kingsley growled low in his throat to see Matt’s hands on me, but I was done waiting for him.
I was off his roster.
CHAPTER 11
Kingsley
“Bro, there is no reason to be this angry,” Matt said, his voice laced with concern. “I promise you I would always treat Rosalie with love and respect.”
My fingers tightened around the glass of whiskey.
“I know you feel very protective of her—” he went on.
We were outside at the pool, Roberto and Jacob at both entrances, and Rosalie standing on the other end, holding a big tropical drink with a slice of pineapple in it.
She bent down to drink, putting those full lips around the straw, and then she sucked in, her cheeks hollowing at the motion, and I couldn’t help a swift intake of breath too, and I reached out for one of my cigars, shifting forward in my chair to hide the way my cock thickened at the sight of her.
“I’m a good man. I really care about?—"
“Stop telling me you’re a fucking good guy,” I growled. “That’s not what this is about. I don’t care how good you are. She’s not yours.”
He gaped at me.
“Wait—you—and Rosalie?”
I flicked my lighter.
“Yeah, me and Rosalie.”
“You’ve never said anything. She’s never said anything. How long has this been going on? Recent?”
I sucked on the cigar.
“Since senior year.”
“Since senior year? Why didn’t you say anything?”
“It’s casual.”
But was it casual? That crawling, urgent need for her slithering over my skin wasn’t casual at all. The way my eyes raked down her body wasn’t casual at all. The way I was ignoring my phone going off constantly wasn’t casual.
