Chapter 487
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She rolls onto her back as I come over to the bed, tying the string on my sweatpants, and I bite my bottom lip, suppressing a groan at how inviting she fucking looks right now.
“Are you sure I can’t speak to Atticus? I’m still so mad at him,” she says as I get on the bed, parting her legs and dragging her closer before I bend down and kiss her lips.
“Yeah, Adriana didn’t want me speaking to him. She doesn’t want sympathy. So let her be. They’ll do what they’ll do themselves. If he wants to fucking pretend she doesn’t exist, that’s his loss… or if he does get his head out of his ass, then I’m sure he’ll come to you for advice. But there’s no point in anyone trying to get him to agree. Adriana wouldn’t want that,” I explain, quietly caressing her thighs as I kiss her again.
She nods. “I do think he’s over Zaia. Like I think he accepts they weren’t meant to be. And now, thinking back since Adriana came into the picture, I do feel he’s completely stopped taunting Sebastian about Zaia,” she muses.
“Maybe. He still acts like a fucking bastard,” I remark.
“I know…” She sighs. Her eyes trailing over me before she takes my hand looking at the cut that she bandaged up when we got back, her eyes full of concern. “You know, when I met them on the way back to the hall the other night, he had been looking around completely worried. And I didn’t even get what he was looking for, but I think it was Adriana.”
She kisses my palm softly. She had told me off for being so reckless, feeling guilty, although I reassured her I was fine. But she didn’t stop, not until she realised I really didn’t care about one cut.
“Honestly… you are so dangerous… and careless…”
“And a lot more. Relax and stop stressing out, it’ll be healed by tomorrow,” I say, kissing her chest and flicking her nipple, I can feel it is hard beneath the shirt. She gasps and I slide my hands under her top, only for the phone to ring just when I cup those firm round breasts.
“Fuck,” I mutter, glancing at it before I decide if I should ignore it.
Sebastian…
“Seems King’s had his talk with the president,” I remark, sitting back and picking up my mobile. “So, how’d it go?”
“Hi to you too,” Sebastian replies curtly. “It didn’t go well. But, although your sister thinks we can try again… I am going to leave it to you. Something tells me he’ll have no choice but to listen.”
I smirk, no he fucking won’t.
“Leave it to me, King. When we meet in person, we will be a free race.”
Not waiting for a reply, I switch it off and toss the phone onto the bed. “So… you’re going to do this your way?” Valerie asks, a small smile on her lips as I look her over hungrily.
“Yeah, but right now I’m going to do you, my way…” I reply huskily, sliding my hands back under the shirt. “Now where the fuck were we…”
She places her hands on top of mine, grabbing onto them, the thin fabric of the shirt between us, and guides them up to her breasts.
She bites her lip, her voice full of lust when she speaks. “Right about… here…”