I’ve purposely left out the part where he sucked my fingers into his mouth, she’d eat that shit up and I don’t want to have that conversation. Or how it made me feel for that couple minutes after.
The shock turned arousal tore through me like a hurricane but in true Malakai fashion, he stamped out those flames pretty quickly. He infuriates me.
But I am secretly thankful for the tour since I never would have known about this media room without it and it’s now the scene for mine and Willow’s nightwhile Malakai is off doing god knows what with god knows who.
I gnaw on my lip as an array of possibilities swim through my mind, but when the thoughts spiral to other women, namely the woman from the wedding, I shut it down. Did it matter if he had a mistress? This isn’t a real marriage after all, just a piece of paper to satisfy whatever it is he requires.
“You got that little line between your brows that tells me you’re thinking really hard about something. And you’re grinding your teeth.” Willow pops a skittle into her mouth, grabbing the remote to pause the movie we haven’t watched a minute of. “What is it?”
“Oh no,” I lie, “It’s nothing.”
She purses her lips, not believing me, but she knows when to push and when not to, and thankfully she drops it, changing the conversation. “Are you ready for the event?”
“Event?”
She flicks her eyes to me, “Yes. The winter ball. It’s atyourhotel, Oli. How do you not know about this? Malakai organized it.”
“Of course he did,” I pinch the bridge of my nose, a headache suddenly knocking at my temples. “God, he fucking annoys me.”
“Just sounds like you need to get a little pay back,” Willow shrugs.
I pause, looking at her, “What do you have in mind?”
“I was just going to suggest some good old-fashioned hate fucking but I see that look in your eye, Oli. Youwant to raise hell with him.”
“Damn right, I do.”
She chuckles, “Just make his days a little less easy. Small things to drive him mad.”
A smirk tugs at my mouth as ideas begin to form.
“You’re a genius,” I smack a kiss on her cheek.
“No, no,” She wags her finger, “I had nothing to do with this, in fact, I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Is that your way of saying to keep you out of it?”
“Exactly,” She laughs, “I’m not playing these games.”
“Spoil sport,” I roll my eyes.
“No, I just don’t want to be the third wheel when it eventually leads to the hate fucking.”
“There will be no hate fucking or fucking at all.”
“Mmhmm, if you say so.”
Dennis drives Willow home sometime after eleven, and with the house quiet I decide to go to bed myself. I haven’t seen Malakai once this evening and I hope to be asleep whenever he decides to come to bed.
I take a quick shower before I change into my pajamas and then grab a few of the pillows to build a wall down the middle of the bed, tucking them in tight with the sheets, clearly dividing the bed in two.
There’ll be no waking up on his chest again. Or dicksin my face.
When I wake up the following morning, it’s way before the sun has even risen, the pillows dividing the bed are a mess but still in place and in what little light there is, I see him.
He’s led on his back, chest rising and falling steadily as he sleeps.
If it were lighter, I might have studied how he looks when he sleeps. Were the severe brows relaxed now? The scowl on his face gone or do those things stay with him, even in sleep?
