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He shrugs nonchalantly. "Never had a woman sleep over before."
I can't stop my jaw from dropping. He's full of shit. He's got to be. Or that means...
I shake my head, dismissing the ridiculous thought.
"My housekeeper and maids should be here at 7. Make sure you eat something. You won't be sitting around my house starving."
"King, I don't have money to pay-"
"I don't want money even if you did," he drawls, his eyes darkening. "God, your husband is such a huge piece of shit, but I'll fix that."
I swallow hard, unsure how to respond to that. Then, I remember that I need to ask him what the hell he told Niko and why we still haven't heard anything from my brother.
"Do you think you can stay with Zuri for a moment? I need to talk to King," I ask Niko, who's now playing with Zuri on the floor.
Damn, I guess my own daughter has replaced me. All of her attention is on him like I don't even exist.
Niko nods, not even bothering to look up. "Sure thing, sweet girl."
Ugh. What's up with these guys and all their nicknames for me?
I roll my eyes, and follow King to his office while leaving the door slightly open in case Zuri needs me.
"Did you tell him about us?" I whisper, glaring at King.
King tilts his head, his eyes piercing through me. "What about us?" he asks innocently.
"What do you mean? I don't know...maybe the fact that you blackmailed me into fucking you last night," I retort, still managing to keep my voice low.
He rolls his eyes, as if I'm the one getting on his nerves and not the other way around. "Don't act like you didn't enjoy it, kitten. I bet your tight little cunt is pulsating just from the memory of me inside you." He reaches down, cupping my pussy through my leggings, pressing me firmly against the wall. I close my eyes, biting my cheek to stop the moan threatening to escape.
"S-Stop touching me," I say, my breath coming out in short, desperate pants.
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