Cross (Dark Kings 3)

“You said you made someone a promise …” She pauses to catch her breath. “Who and what did you promise exactly?’

“I promised Grave that I wouldn’t touch you,” I say honestly. Why lie about it? We’re both adults, and we made the decision to have sex.

“Why?” she asks, sounding confused.

I chuckle. “You expected me to turn you down?”

“No.” I hear her shift, and then her hand is on my chest. I tense at the sudden contact, and I can tell she notices. She goes to pull her hand away, but I reach out and hold it in place. “Why did he ask you that?”

“Because he was afraid it would get between you and April’s friendship. And then that would interfere with his relationship with her.” I spell it out for her. Plain and simple.

She laughs. “She’s my best friend. I’d never allow a fuck to get between us.”

I don’t have anything to say about that.

After a few seconds, she speaks again. “Wait … when did he have you promise this to him? Tonight?”

I’m really surprised he had me drive her home, considering I had already asked about her before. I think his mind was elsewhere after his encounter with Ethan. “No. At Titan and Emilee’s wedding.”

“You wanted to sleep with me then?” she asks, and I hear her yawn. The alcohol and two orgasms were getting the best of her. I was going to wait twenty minutes and go again, but I guess that’ll have to wait for another night.

“Of course. Why do you sound surprised?”

“Because we hadn’t even met,” she whispers, her body fading fast.

“So?” I run my hand through her matted hair. “I saw you. That was enough.”

Men aren’t as complicated as women seem to think. If we want you, you’ll know. Even the ones who try to act all hard are easy to catch.

She doesn’t respond to that. Within a few seconds, I hear her breathing even out, letting me know she’s asleep.

I close my eyes and let out a long breath, fully satisfied and tired as fuck.

ALEXA

I WAKE UP to find myself alone in a king-sized bed. Sitting up, I allow the covers to fall to my waist. I look around the room to see a wall made of windows to my right. The black curtains have been pulled back to allow the sunlight to enter the room. It’s large with a single dresser to the left, and a TV hangs on the wall across from me. The floor is white marble with a black diamond design. It’s all very classy, but it’s what I expected from a King.

Pushing the black covers off me, I stand, the room swaying a little from all the alcohol I consumed last night. I should have stopped long before we left. I spot my cell phone on the floor by my bra and underwear. Picking it up, I see I have two messages. The first one is from Mitch.

CUNT: It was nice seeing you last night. Let’s have dinner this week.

I know I had a lot to drink, but does he not remember what happened? That he thought I was there with Cross? I hope the motherfucker saw me leave with him. But I can’t get that lucky.

Ignoring it, I open the second one. It’s from Jasmine.

Jasmine: Meeting the girls for breakfast. Seven o’clock at Empire in Kingdom.

Looking at the clock, I see it’s six thirty. God, why the fuck am I up so early? I wanted to sleep in …

A door to the right opens, and I jump back, placing my hands over my tits and pussy to try to shield what little I can. Cross stands there in the doorway dressed in a plain, long-sleeved white T-shirt and blue jeans with combat boots. He’s got his dark hair spiked and the sleeves rolled up, exposing his tatted arms.

My thighs tighten as I stand here butt fucking naked in the middle of his room. “I, uh …” I stop talking when he pushes off the doorway and starts walking to me.

He comes to a stop before me, his green eyes sweep over my very exposed body, and a rush of guilt runs through me from last night. He said he had promised Grave that he wouldn’t sleep with me. I practically jumped him.

“Good morning,” he says roughly, making goose bumps cover my exposed skin, and my nipples instantly harden.

“Morning,” I whisper, lowering my eyes to the floor.

He places his finger under my chin and lifts it to where I have to look up at him. “I have to get to work, but stay as long as you want.” Then he leans forward and gently kisses my lips.

I keep them closed, not kissing him back. I haven’t had the chance to brush my teeth like him. I can taste the lingering alcohol on my own breath, and that alone makes me want to vomit.