Royal Mess (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 3)

“You will not ask them to do anything like that,” she hissed. ?

??I’m not some cow who can have a baby wherever.”

“Oh, Royal,” I muttered. “Let’s go get some crackers and cheese.” I didn’t think I could dig myself out of the hole I had jokingly dug. She was out of her room. I wasn’t going to do anything to push her back into it.

“Well… I…” She dropped her arms to her sides. “Fine,” she huffed. She flounced toward the kitchen without a glance back.

I followed behind her and watched the sway of her hips with each step.

Should I be admiring Royal’s ass? Probably not since it seemed like she was back to hating me, but I was just a man. Royal was a beautiful woman, and I couldn’t deny it.

“There you guys are,” Greer called. “Bristol just put the cheese and crackers out.”

Royal moved over by Greer and wedged herself between her and the kitchen counter.

I grabbed one of the stools under the island and sat.

I was taking the small victory of Royal being out of her room and wasn’t going to press her anymore tonight.

She was going to get comfortable being here.

Then we were going to figure out what the hell we were going to be.

Even when Royal was pissed off at me, I still felt a pull to her. I knew she felt it, too. That was why she ran away from me last night. She was confused and figured the way to handle it was to stay away from me.

I would give her time.

For now.

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Chapter Eight

Royal

I wasn’t going to poop for days if I kept shoveling cheese into my mouth. Bristol had already refilled the tray twice, but I still kept eating.

Marco sat on the other side of the island, and his eyes barely left me. The man was boldly staring at me, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it without drawing attention to it.

“Royal,” Greer called.

I jumped and shoved another piece of cheese into my mouth. No pooping for days. “Yes?”

Greer laughed. “I asked you how warm Destin is right now.”

“Oh, uh, well, it’s warm.” Another piece of cheese into my mouth.

Apollo chuckled. “I think that might be an understatement for Florida.”

“Did you want to eat in the dining room or here?” Bristol asked Marco.

“Here is fine,” he drawled. He sipped his glass of amber liquid and reached for a cracker. “No sense in moving the party.”

Bristol set about laying out dishes. I moved to the drawer and grabbed a handful of silverware.

“You don’t need to do that,” Bristol laughed.

I set the silverware on the counter and shrugged. “No reason why you have to wait on us.” No one had ever waited on me before, I wasn’t about to start now.