“I was going to tell you everything today, but I didn’t get the chance. You have to let me explain.” The words barely escape my lips when I hear multiple voices coming down the hall. Fuck. I wasn't trying to hide who I was. It was refreshing to be with someone who had no idea who I was. No preconceived notions or hidden agendas.
“I should have known that you wouldn't stay out of here. You King men are the worst when it comes to giving us women space,” Amelia says as she enters the room. Neily follows close behind her. Both of their eyes move back and forth between Alyssa and me.
“I’m not his wom—” Alyssa begins to say before I abruptly cut her off.
“You know us King men. When we find our forever, we can’t help but want to be around them as much as possible.” Alyssa turns, giving me her back so I can’t see her face. I’d made her tell me she was mine. I won't let her take those words back now.
“I think I’m done,” she says as she moves one of the trays over before turning back to face us. Her expression is now schooled. “Is there anything else you need?”
“You’re not leaving yet. You have to stay for the party.” Amelia walks over, picking up one of the mini cupcakes and popping it into her mouth. “It’ll just be a few girls and some lingerie. It’s going to be fun.” Amelia looks over to me. “I’m kicking the men out, so you won’t have to worry about this one bugging you.” She can try to kick me out all she wants but I’m not going anywhere.
“We don’t want to intrude.”
“I have a date.” Neily checks her phone.
“You have a date?” Alyssa looks surprised. I’m guessing she has no idea who Neily’s mystery man is. I do. I know everything that happens inside my clubs. Especially when it happens with a star athlete who took up most of the VIP area last night.
“Yep. Gotta go.” She turns, taking off down the hallway. Alyssa goes running after her. I go to follow but Amelia steps into my path.
“Let her talk to her friend. She’s not going anywhere. I haven't paid the bill yet.” She smiles. “You’re welcome.” I let out a long sigh, going over toward the table with all the food on it. I might not be able to taste her right now but I can enjoy one of her treats. Amelia does the same, stealing another cupcake.
I think I’m going crazy because I’m pissed that I have to share Alyssa’s sweets with everyone else. I want them all to myself. I’m going to blame it on the fact that my girl is going to make me chase her. It’s putting me on edge.
I drop down in the chair at the table. I have a straight view down the hallway where Alyssa is talking to Neily. I have to admit, I would never have thought Neily was Tomas’s type but from the update I got about last night, he was all over her. I guess opposites really do attract.
“She’s not giving me a chance.” I look over to my sister-in-law. The only woman in my life I can ask for advice.
“She’s shy and you King men are bigger than life.” She licks her fingers clean. “I wouldn't have dated you.”
“I’m glad I don’t have to kill my brother,” Ethan says as he strolls into the room. He easily picks Amelia up, sitting her in his lap.
“He’s so smitten. He can’t stop staring at her.” They talk like I’m not sitting right here.
“Good. I’ve been telling him to find a woman for a while. He needs to settle down.”
“One woman,” Amelia adds in.
“What the hell does that mean?”
“I mean that’s what everyone says. That you’re a ladies man. Playboy?” She looks to Ethan. “Isn’t that the term?”
“No idea what a playboy is. Sounds disgusting.”
Amelia laughs, giving him a kiss. “Good answer.” Amelia beams at my brother. He moves her blond hair from off her shoulder, kissing her neck. Again, jealousy settles into my stomach wanting what they have. I’ve seen them do this so many times. But this is the first time I’ve ever felt jealous of it.
“I’ve never brought a woman around.” I’m a little shocked that Amelia thinks I’m a playboy. Have the tabloids really made it that bad? She knows me, for fuck’s sake.
“No, playboys go from one girl to the next. I’ve never seen you serious with anyone so…” She shrugs.
“I don’t sleep around.” I grit my teeth. Not because I’m mad at her but because if she thinks that, then there isn’t a chance in hell that Alyssa isn’t thinking the same fucking thing.
“Sleeping around would take time away from work,” my brother chimes in.