Victoriously Yours

Jonas

Leeann DeSoto had been sleeping with Oliver? I still couldn’t believe it. And who was there to say it was true. Kenzie was upset I had chosen the more qualified chef over her. I could understand how it’d anger her, but I’d made no promises to her that she would emerge victorious. I shook my head while closing the door, then looked at the broken lamp and phone in pieces on the floor. I’d have to have housekeeping clean that up, but first, I needed some fucking aspirin.

I walked over to the bed and noticed the pills laying on the table. I often left aspirin and water nearby since I’d checked in to this place. Because I wasn’t out relieving my urges in other ways, I had reverted to drinking, which often left me slightly hungover in the morning. One of the few times I didn’t feel so damn wasted when I woke up was this morning because I had been in bed with Kenzie all night long.

I sat down on the bed and closed my eyes. She’d been so responsive to me, and none of the deep-seated hate she’d just shown had been present. In fact, she’d been nothing like the innocent virgin she’d been back in high school. She was confident... sexy... and so damn unforgettable. Hell, I’d even broken my own cardinal rule, the one put in place after my first time with her.

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, then removed the top from the water bottle.

Picking up the pills, I popped them into my mouth, then chased them down with the water. Afterward, I dropped my head into my hands. They were slightly shaky, but they had been that way since she left. How in the hell could I have fucked everything up completely once again?

It was a question better left unanswered. After this, Kenzie would never speak to me again, much less fall victim to my charms. But why would I even want her? She was obviously unstable. In fact, her whole production this morning had likely been part of her game play and probably wasn’t even true. If she hated me like she claimed, why would she have ever agreed to sleep with me, unless there was something in it for her. She was trying to put her own failed ploys onto Leeann because she knew the woman had secured the contract. That had to be it. Right?

Telling myself that was one thing, but convincing myself of it was another altogether. I could remember how shocked she’d been to see me, and how hurt, too. I’d thought it was too convenient that she suddenly did a one eighty where I was concerned, but she’d had many opportunities to get closer to me sooner, but she’d run each time. I seduced her. Maybe, that had been her intention all along. She’d wanted me to chase her, and once she gave in, she’d be able to turn things around in her favor.

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said out loud. I could clearly see Leeann trying to fuck her way to the top, but that never seemed like Kenzie’s style. If I truly believed that, however, why was I trying to excuse Leeann while convicting my ex.

I thought back to karaoke night and the second song she sang started to echo in my head. The screaming... crying... and perfect storm part did turn out to be true, as did the torture. I scrubbed my hands down my face. She had warned me this would end one of two ways, and I definitely would wear the mental scar once more.

“Since you think you know me so well, I would actually be worried about that if I was you. Remember, I’m a crazy bitch. Certifiable, so think wisely about pursuing me because this toy you love so much, I could destroy it and you.”

She’d literally had my dick in her hands, and I didn’t believe her. She was clearly unstable, and yet in all of my arrogance, I took her warning as some type of foreplay. I was now questioning if perhaps I wasn’t certifiable as well. She’d also sang about warning me off of her, and looking back at it now, she’d been right. I’d been stupidly thinking with my cock, and had taken that as more of a challenge.

I rose from the bed and started to pace. Curses flew unfiltered from my lips, and I didn’t care. I could hear a female voice telling me to watch my language, but I didn’t give a damn what my step aunt used to say back then, so I sure as fuck didn’t now. I kept walking, practically in circles, until a wave of dizziness washed over me. I needed to sit, but as I headed back to the bed, my knees grew weak. The faintness was only intensifying, and unsure about what the hell was wrong with me, I moved over to the bed as quickly as I could, just barely making it there before I collapsed atop it.

Something was definitely wrong with me. The physical symptoms continued, and it wasn’t long before I was curled up in a fetal position, wondering if she’d put some sort of hex on me. It seemed ludicrous, but I put nothing past her. As the room spun out of control, I eventually rolled over onto my back and stared at the ceiling. Her voice floated around me, the words she sang during karaoke echoing in the air.

As her voice grew louder, the words started to blur together. I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began. My body was shivered with pain, most occurring in places I had never experienced it before. Even the biggest drink fest had never left me so fucked up. College had been one never-ending frat party, and no matter how much booze I consumed, nothing made me as restless, yet sick, as I now was.

Minutes later, I quickly rolled over and fumbled around for the garbage can, finally finding it in just time to throw up. I lost count of the number of times I vomited, but eventually it stopped, and I was able to roll back over. My throat ached and more. In fact, my entire body throbbed in one place or another. I was also shaking uncontrollably.

“Leave it to me to catch the fucking flu,” I muttered, then clutched my stomach as another sharp ache pierced me.

I was not only in pain and generally feeling unwell, but I was also tired. I was fucking exhausted which was new for me. With my lifestyle, I was used to getting a few hours of sleep at a time. My busy social life didn’t leave much time for rest, especially when combined with my extremely taxing work life. I was not only supposed to wrap this up today, but I was due in Seattle tomorrow. A new project usually excited me, but I wasn’t in the right frame of mind to enjoy it. Just thinking about it had a migraine coming on. I was a very healthy person, so to be afflicted so severely with this wasn’t like me.

I closed my eyes, and while I couldn’t see her, I could smell her tantalizing scent and hear that torturous voice. She was no longer singing, but it was high pitched. It’d been how she sounded when I ate her sweet pussy, and because she tasted so good, I did it a lot.

The only thing better than tongue or finger fucking Kenzie was thrusting deep inside of her. This was usually when my dick would throb incessantly until I took things into my own hands. When I reached down there, for once, I wasn’t even hard. I must really be sick.

I opened my eyes which turned out to be the wrong thing to do. I could now see her above me, but not like she had looked when she rode my cock this morning. She was smirking at me, a cherry on her tongue, as she tried to draw me in. She had done it once, and unable to fight her, I reached for her but encountered nothing but air. I groaned, then turned as the overwhelming need to heave struck me again.

Puking whatever was left in my stomach from all the earlier menu tasting, I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand. The trembling had intensified even more, as did the fatigue. Knowing the best thing I could do was sleep, I managed to get the blanket up and over me and closed my eyes. I lay there huddled under the covers as my body grew weaker. My heart rate was still strong and so was my breathing, although it was a bit heavier than usual.

I couldn’t escape her, even in sleep. My warped mind kept shaking up all the memories I made with her, and then a few unrelated ones would come tumbling out. Everything was jumbled inside of my head. This had to be a punishment of some kind, if not voodoo itself. I scowled as I imagined her with a doll resembling me, and then pictured her pricking me in one place or another. Each time she did, the physical effect was felt instantaneously. I should’ve never let her leave. She might’ve even been right, and if so, my arrogance wouldn’t accept that for once, she had the upper hand and won. There’d been no contract given to her, but she would move on and do great things. As horrible as I felt in this moment, I would be lucky enough to survive the night.

She was my wet dream in even the most fucked-up fantasies.

And of course, those would all belong to me. I let out another groan before placing a pillow over my head. I needed to kick whatever this was, and determined to do so, I finally forced my thoughts away of her, and eventually fell asleep.