Arranged love

TITAN

WE WALK INTO George’s house, and Margarita looks at me with fear as she allows us in. “Mr. Wilton is waiting for you in his office.” She starts to walk us down the hall, but like last time, I grab her collar and yank her back.

“We know the way,” I tell her, and she scurries off.

Bones doesn’t even bother knocking on the door. He shoves it open to find George sitting at the desk. The moment he sees us, he jumps to his feet. Clearing his throat, he straightens his already straight tie. “Kings?” He looks at the door, waiting for the other two to join us. I slam it shut. “Please.” He gestures to the seats behind us. “Take a seat.”

“I don’t do house calls, George,” Bones announces, crossing his arms over his chest. “Where the fuck is our money?” Straight to business.

His face falls, but he recovers it quickly. “Well, uh … I don’t have it …”NôvelDrama.Org owns all content.

Lie. Emilee says he has it but just refuses to pay. And I believe her over this piece of shit.

“But I will. Soon,” he adds.

“You’ve said that before.” Bones nods.

“My business partner has passed. And I’m waiting for the life insurance to pay out.”

“That could take months,” I add. If that’s even true. Who knows how much he already has access to since Nick York has passed?

He shakes his head fast. “No. My attorney has assured me just a few weeks.”

“Well, we came to collect today.” Bones states taking a step toward the desk.

He holds up his hands. “I have an offer for you. The girl …”

“I don’t want the fucking girl.” Bones shakes his head. “I want what you owe us.”

“Please, we can settle this …”

Bones removes the gun from the waistband of his jeans, and George goes silent. “The thing is …” Bones sets the gun on the desk but maintains hold of it. “We have killed for less, George. I don’t want pussy. And I don’t want excuses. I want the fucking money.” He lifts the gun and cocks it. Walking behind the desk, he places it to his temple. “Now the question is, are you willing to die for it?”

“There’s money in the briefcase,” he rushes out, nodding to the one sitting on his desk.

“What are the numbers?” I ask, looking at it.

He rattles them off, and it pops open.

“How much?” Bones asks.

“Not enough,” I answer as I pull out wads of cash.

“There’s a hundred grand there. If you just give me a month, I’ll get you the rest,” George rushes out. “I’ll … I’ll bring it to you. Meet you at Kingdom as soon as I have it.”

Bones removes the gun and clicks the safety on. George lets out a shaky breath.

TITAN

I WOKE UP with another pounding headache, so I have the curtains closed to block out the light. And five new girls stand in the center of my office. All stripped down to their underwear. I’m still going through their paperwork when I hear Nigel’s voice come through the speaker on my office phone. “Two ladies have arrived, sir. They say that Shana referred them, and that you are expecting them today.”

I press the intercom button and order, “Send them up.”

I never set a limit on how many Queens we have. At one point, we had over three hundred. But not all of them live in Nevada. One, for instance, resides in Columbus, Ohio, and comes to Vegas three times a year to work for me. The women get to choose how often and how much they work. You’d be surprised by how many I’ve lost due to them getting in a serous relationship with one of my clients. I wouldn’t say it’s allowed, but I can’t tell two people not to share feelings. It is what it is. And there are always five new girls ready and willing to take her place.

Hearing my door open, I hold out my hand without looking up and snap my fingers. “Paperwork.”

Two applications are placed in it, and I slap them down on the desk. I press my intercom button for the adjoining office. “GiGi, five of them are ready for you.”

Seconds later, the door to my right opens, and she steps in.

“Go with GiGi to get your measurements. Once done, come back in here, and the doctor will be ready for you,” I inform them.

I place the first five applications to the side and look at the two new ones. When I read their names, my head snaps up. Jasmine and Emilee stand before me.

“Is this a joke?” I ask.

Neither one of them says anything. I run a hand through my hair. “Goddammit.” I stand. Not in the mood for this today. Or any other day. “What the fuck is this shit?” I demand, picking up their papers.

“We’re here to audition to be a Queen,” Jasmine smiles at me. She has her short red hair half up and is dressed like she’s going out on the town in a black mini dress with her tits hanging out and heels. I wouldn’t expect anything less from her.

“I don’t have time for this,” I growl.

Jasmine reaches for the hem of the dress and lifts it over her head. Then undoes her bra and tosses it behind her.

My eyes meet her green ones. “What are you doing?” Still not believing them for a second.

“Isn’t this what we must do?” she asks, tilting her head as if she’s confused. “The application was very clear that we must strip down and show you what we’re working with.”

It does not say those exact words, but I’m not going to stop them. I’m so ready for this day to be over, and it’s not even ten a. m. yet. “You’re right.” I cross my arms over my chest, and my eyes go to Emilee. She looks almost terrified. “Show me,” I challenge her. I had no doubt Jasmine would do it, but Em won’t.

EMILEE

I run my hand through my hair and close my eyes. At one time, I liked him. I actually wanted him to touch me. Fuck me.

Twenty years old.

“Bones, this is the boy’s locker room,” I hiss as he drags me inside off the gym floor.

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“Bones …” He slams my back into a red locker, the sound bouncing off the now silent room. I watch the door slowly shut behind us and wonder if it locks. It’s the middle of the day. We just finished lunch. Who knows who may try to come in here?

He lowers his head to my neck. His warm breath hitting my skin. “No one is in here at this time, Em. It’s just you and me.” His hands go to my shorts. “And I can’t wait …” His lips find mine. “Need to …” Kiss. “Be inside of you right now.”

His tongue enters my mouth, tangling with mine, and I groan as that usual feeling builds in my stomach. My thighs tightening and my pussy growing wet at how much he needs me. Bones never needs anything. I’m the only one he ever shows who he really is. How broken he truly is. And I can’t help but want to save him. From his demons. From his nightmares. I never turn him down.

He shoves my shorts down my legs when he realizes I’m not gonna protest anymore. His fingers go between my thighs, and he runs them over the soaked fabric of my underwear.

I open my eyes and gasp when I see a set of blue eyes staring at me in the large mirror. I look to the left of us, but no one is there. It’s another set of lockers. He shoves a finger into me, and I begin to pant. Looking back at the mirror, I see those same eyes again. And I realize he’s on the other side of the lockers. Only this time, he’s moved forward, more into the line of sight, and it’s Titan.

“Bones …” I go to shove him away.

He rips my panties off my hips, and I cry as the fabric tears into my skin before giving in to his strength. He shoves them into my mouth, then clamps his hand over my lips, knocking the back of my head into the locker with force. I look up at him, and wetness pools between my legs. His face is in front of mine, staring down at me. “I’m gonna fuck that tight cunt, Em.” He lowers his lips to my neck, gently kissing my skin. “You’re gonna keep these soaked panties in your mouth until I replace them with my cock and come all over those pretty lips.”

I whimper. My eyes still on Titan. He stands there like a statue, listening to every word. And my heart pounds. Does Bones know he’s in here? Would he stop if I told him?

Bones pulls back and glares down at me waiting for me to agree.

I nod my head. My breathing ragged and heart pounding. I know they’ve shared girls before; I wonder if it’s ever crossed his mind to share me …

That thought gets interrupted as Bones slides into me, stretching me. I cry out around the gag, and he doesn’t take his time. He lifts my right leg to hug his hip, and his fingers grip my skin, holding it in place. He’s rough as he slams into me. My body hits the lockers, and the sound echoes in the room.

My eyes are on Titan. His on mine. His white T-shirt strains from his heavy breathing. He lowers his hands and unzips his jeans, and my breath gets caught when I watch him pull his hard dick through the open zipper. Lifting his hand, he spits on it before stroking his long, thick cock. Once. Twice. Girls in this school talk and their whispered memories of his dick don’t do him any justice. I watch hungrily as his hand picks up pace and saliva pools in my mouth.