Ruthless Kings (Windsor Academy 2)

I rub my jaw, trying to calm down. “Whatever you say, man.”

“Don’t fucking patronize me, dickhead.”

“Would you rather have me punch you in the face?” I suggest, flexing my fingers. “Because that can easily be arranged.”

“Hey!” Jazz shouts as she reenters the room. “What’s going on in here? What is the matter with you two?”

“Nothing,” Bentley and I mutter at the same time.

"Uh-huh," she says skeptically. "Bentley, in the bathroom, now. I’ll be there in a minute.” She stabs her finger in my direction. “You, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Bentley heads into the bathroom like a good little boy and shuts the door behind him.

I fling my arm toward the ensuite. “I’m not leaving you alone with him.”

Jazz glares at me with the force of a thousand suns. “Do not ruin what just happened between us by behaving like a jealous prick.”

Ah, Christ, if she had said anything else, I would’ve kept fighting. Like, literally anything else.

"Fine." I take a step forward and pull Jazz's lips to mine. I infuse every bit of frustration I'm feeling into the kiss until she's clinging to me, desperate for more. "But if you want to get off again tonight, call me. I’ll be back in a heartbeat.”

Jazz smirks. “If I want to get off again tonight, my showerhead can do that for me just fine. He’s not nearly as moody as you are.”

I shake my head. “You’re a pain in my ass.”

“Likewise, cupcake.” Jazz pats my cheek then follows it with a kiss on the same spot. “Go home, Kingston. You have nothing to worry about. I’ll talk to you in the morning. Maybe we can grab some breakfast.”

“Okay, okay, I’m going.” I give her one more quick kiss and a slap on the ass. “Behave.”

She sticks her tongue out at me. “Yes, master.”

A genuine grin stretches across my face. “I like that. You should use it more often.”

She shoves at my chest until I'm standing in the hall. I laugh when she flips me off right before slamming the door in my face.

Fuck. What am I going to do with this woman?

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

KINGSTON

“You wanted to see me?”

As much as I hate being summoned to my father's corporate office like this, I jumped at the chance. It's a perfect setup for me to return after he's gone to place the surveillance camera. I successfully installed the other device in Callahan's office last weekend, but I couldn't think of a way to get in here when my dad's not present until he texted me earlier, asking me to drop by.

“Yes, son. Have a seat.” He motions to my face. “What happened to you?”

I shrug. “Had to put some asshole in his place.”

“Ah, yes, I heard about the fight your friend started.”

“Yeah? How’d you hear about that?”

He waves me off. “Doesn’t matter.”

I frown, not liking that answer, but I know when to cut my losses with this man. "Well, did you hear why we beat the shit out of him?”

“Why would I care about some fight involving a bunch of teenagers?”