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Chapter 7 The Tight Corner

  • I got to where he was and he grabbed my wrist, pulling me down so that my slightly exposed ass pressed on his leg. Despite the nervous feeling, a part of me felt excited to see him again after so many years. I never got to thank him for saving my life all those years. I could have thanked him seven years ago, but I couldn’t trust that he and his friend weren’t out for their own selfish interests. It wouldn’t be the first. Besides, they were going to get rid of me the next day, and I knew I had to be a step ahead. Perhaps I would finally get the chance to thank him this time.
  • I leaned in and my lips placed against his for a slow kiss because I was unsure how he wanted the night to go. He was calculating and I highly doubt my seduction would make him into a fool like the other men.
  • Or could it?
  • He responded to my kiss, sighing. I snaked my tongue into his mouth as the kiss got hotter and grind myself on his leg.
  • He pulled back and sucked his teeth, bit into his bottom lips, and his eyes fluttered. I could see he was fighting himself, perhaps to stay in control and do what he came here for. Well, that’s the last thing I needed.
  • My fingers ran through his hair before grabbing a fistful of it and making him look up at me. He looked up and though his lust lingered; it was under much control now.
  • “We should talk,” he spoke, his voice coming out sharp with his intake of air.
  • I pressed my lips together. “No one had ever come into my chambers to ‘talk’ before.” I pointed out, my hand still running through his hair.
  • His eyes flickered, but in no way judgemental. “I only came in here because, like always, you ran.”
  • I shrugged. Although I felt uncomfortable sitting on his lap, in my see-through mini gown, talking to him, this wasn’t my routine. “I’ve survived so far my way,” I said. My voice came up bitter towards the end and if he took notice, he didn’t say.
  • “You are right.”
  • “Why are you here?”
  • “To talk.”
  • I could tell a scowl was growing on my face. I was tired of talking, but I couldn’t object. “We could talk after we fuck...” I suggested, still running my finger through his hair. A part of me just wanted to be fucked by this man. He has, however, ignored all the signs I’ve given and won’t even look at my almost bare and perky breast before him. He has been hell-bent on talking.
  • “You wouldn’t like what I have to say,” he answered, his interesting eyes locked on mine. “Once we’re done talking, if you still want to fuck me, then I’ll let you fuck me. I have a feeling that by then fucking might be hotter.” the smile I’d seen on his face five years ago when he knew he had owned those men appeared on his face.
  • I wanted to say something, but I snapped my mouth shut, wanting to hear what he has to say.
  • I withdrew my hand from his hair and dropped it on my lap. “I’m listening.”
  • “I understand why you had to run five years ago.” He began, his voice calm and his eyes too steady for a man having an almost naked goddess on his lap. I do not brag, but when multiple men call you a walking goddess, you have to believe them.
  • He continued, bringing me out of my thoughts, “You couldn’t trust that I wasn’t like the men I saved you from. You’ve had a hard time trusting anyone, men especially, and that’s fine.”
  • Why did it feel like I was in the room with a listener? I inwardly groaned.
  • “However, you didn’t just leave, did you, Kailani? You took what didn’t belong to you, and that’s why I am here.” His hand finally moved to my neck and slowly traced light fingertips there.
  • I shivered inwardly in response to his touch but utter no words. I had nothing to say. I wanted him to finish speaking because that would determine whether he’d get to keep his hand on me or not.
  • He traced his fingertips down my neck over my shoulder blade, scattering goosebumps over my skin. My eyes fluttered, and a moan left my mouth.
  • This was a serious discussion, but somehow he has me so wrapped up that I’m more concerned with his touch than what he’s saying.
  • “I came to collect.”
  • I bit my lips and pulled my lashes apart to stare at him. “I don’t have it anymore. But if you could wait a few days, I could gather the two thousand pieces of gold that I took and give it back.” I honestly didn’t think we would have this discussion calmly, like two mature adults. I was grateful that he was reasonable despite all.
  • A pained smile appeared on his face, and his hands stopped moving. “It’s been seven years, Kailani. I know for a fact you started your parlour with what you took from me. If I had invested my gold and silver into business, I would reap the benefits and now it would be as massive as your parlour right here.”
  • My heart skipped a little, already knowing where he was heading with his calm speech, yet I asked, “So what do you want?” my voice was calm and my eyes fixed on him.
  • “What I want is for you to hand over ownership of this parlour to me,” he said, with a calm tone of voice.
  • My teeth gritted at his insane request, and my body turned rigid. Yes, I started the parlour with what I took from him, but years of dedication and hard work had gone into making it what it is today, and his request to hand it all over was a cruel one.
  • Enraged, I tried getting up from his lap, but he gripped my arm and kept me grounded on his leg. I glared at him, my anger flaring with every second he stays calm and calculating despite his words. I couldn’t match his strength. He was, after all, Prince Edward of the strongest bloodline in the kingdom, the Ainsworths, and he was also a witch. I was an omega who went rogue, the least in the chain.
  • Fighting wasn’t an option.
  • So, I remain seated, my anger eating me up on the inside.
  • “Why on earth would I ever agree to hand over what I’ve spent the last six years of my life building?” I seethe, my eye still shooting daggers at him.
  • He released my arm, but I didn’t get off his leg, not having the strength to. “Because believe it or not, you have little choice in this matter.”
  • “I’d rather die a slow and agonising death than hand over my parlour to you.”
  • Again, he smiled, making me angrier. “You say that now, but I doubt you know the actuality of your words. If the truth comes out and believe me, I plan on bringing it out. These people will turn against you. The reputation you’ve built these last few years won’t save you or matter. You will no longer be their mistress, but a common thief. Those old sick bastards who worship you now will deny ever knowing you. You know how the kingdom treats thieves and criminals and it would be worse because you’re a woman and an omega who went rogue. You’re hated by many people who would give anything to see you dead.”