King Novel 63

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It’s a motherfucking friday for those asking.

I’m in my uptight bitch dress that goes just three or four inches below my butt cheeks, a prostitute’s dress if they call it.

Someone could drop a pen and they’d be able to see Alladin’s whole new world once I bend the fuck down. My heels are four inches up the floor and my hair is in a messed–up, come fuck me bun. I have no regrets.

This whole attention given to me by those stupid paparazzis just because I told the truth, contrary to the tiny speck of the same thing I want from Enoch–for him to look at me see me, to do something. It’s clawing under my skin like parasites.

Did he really not remember me?

Was I just someone he somehow got a chapter of, but not of the whole book? Is that what they call it? A first love?

Maybe for me, but definitely not for him.

My head is spinning and so is my hips as I brush them up and down the man’s crotch behind me. I don’t have an idea of what I’m doing but I sure as hell know the alcohol is taking effect. The club is packed. I can smell both wolves and humans but I’m too drunk to differentiate both which is probably dangerous, but still.

The music is playing a vibrating music I can feel up my ass from how loud it’s shaking the entire place. The head maid would kill me if she ever was alive to see me like this.

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But this is Werewolf Free City. No Alphas, No Omegas–aside from the monarchy who doesn’t give a flying fuck—and their King who has no intention of sparing me a glance. No barriers or any social status. Heck, we’re even mingling with humans -absolutely nothing is impossible.

The man humps me from behind as I twerk it all out. That tequila I’ve been downing since earlier has settled into my brain like a plague. “Damn, this girl is out of it!” The man yells at his friends and they all laugh.

Just then, something–someone grabs my wrist so hard I nearly faceplanted onto the floor with these heels. “Watch it, man!” I hear the man I’m dancing with loudly scream through the blasting music.

“Fuck off, Hardin.” The man’s familiar voice yells back. I immediately turn to see his angry eyes, annoyed he’s ruined my

fun.

Oh fuck me.

It’s him.

“What the hell, Taryn?” I immediately sober up at the sight of Liam. He’s out of his black jacket and thin–strappedID but his neck tie is still on.

Really? In a club? What is he going to do here, document everyone’s party life?

“What?” I groggily reply, pulling my wrist off of his grip. “You’re fucking impossible, you know that?” He screams through the music and a frown crawls its way up my face. “What te fuck? You were the one interrupting my fun.” I hiss back, trying to find the guy this asshat pulled me from.

I was having fun with him, damn it.

Maybe if I sleep with somebody else, I’d finally be able to forget about him, for once.

“You’re supposed to be at home! Fuck, even on house fucking arrest if possible!” He closes his eyes, rubbing the crease between his brows before releasing an exasperated breath. “Are you actually planning to drag the entire company down with you?” He grumbles, inhaling before gushing a huge breath.

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Chapter 63

“No, I’m here because I want to forget about all that.” I shrug, not caring a bit as I pull out a margarita from the waiter trailing around with a tray balanced in his hand.

“You won’t be able to do that if you–fuck it, you’re coming with me.” My eyes widens as he begins to step forward and the next thing I knew, I’m being dragged byt the wrist again with that unrelenting grip as we headed to the parking lot.

My heels are killing me from rushing down the stairs like that, but not as much as his grumpy ass is.

“Liam!” I pull my arm back, annoyance striking my expression. “I’m fucking out of work, you don’t have the power to exercise on me around here!” I yelled before another wave of the alcohol takes place.

I look back at him and he runs his hand through his hair, clearly frustrated now. Liam then pulls his necktie as he inhales a deep breath, he’s turning a bit pink from anger. Now, that’s hot.

“You are in the headlines, Sinclair.” He mutters, a silent plea. “The news–fucking–paper i you’re not aware!” I flinch as he screams, his loud voice echoing around the wide space. The alcohol was swirling in my head but it’s doing nothing to avoid his anger right now.

My eyes run themselves on him—on his face on his blazing eyes, on his ragged breath… his lips before taking one step closer. What am I doing? My boy is moving on its own volition, what is this?

“What? Got anything to say for yourself?” He sarcastically asks, noticing me closing in on him. My mind is swirling with my vision. My eyes rakes him again and this time, I could feel my tongue drying out.

I need something to drink.

Before I knew it, with both hands, I pull Liam’s face to me. I slam my lips onto him with so much force he had to open his mouth to breathe, giving me access to slip my tongue inside.

Shit, am I really doing this? AmI making out with my boss?

No, this has to be a dream. I’ll wake up tomorrow and then I’ll be surrounded by wine bottles. I won’t be here. Liam won’t be here.

My tongue expires his mouth. Tasting the faint hit of whiskey mixing with my hot vodka–tinted one. My eyes closed as I feel him begin to relax, his hand wrapping around my waist, and before I knew it, his tongue is responding back, clashing onto mine as it fight for dominance

I’m too drunk. He’s taking the lead and my heated body needs some twisting gears to forget about the man that’s been occupying my mind. I’m moving on just as you did, Enoch.

I would be with a better man and you’d be with that bitch. I won’t be humiliated any longer.

The next thing I knew, we’re kissing like animals as he pushes me on a nearby wall, my back slamming against the concrete. My breathe is ragged and so is his–the only thing we can hear in the silent parking lot.

Liam’s hand begin to lower down my behind and I arch my back, chest towards him as he squeezes it. My head leans back as his kisses begin to get out of my mouth and to my cheeks, my chin.

“Ha…” I lean my head back, feeling his lips dabbing kisses on my neck. Shit, that feels good.

“Fuck, Taryn, I shouldn’t be doing this.” He murmurs, yet his actions are completely different as he bites on my shoulders. “Ah!” A moan slips past and my mind recurs to the small, tiny room back in the Riverstone Pack.

Enoch is on top of me. His body grinding inside my cunt. His breathe ragged as he searched for my eyes to make sure he s satisfying every living cell in my body. I could still feel his length inside me then, even with the time that has passed.

In the blink of an eye, the blonde hair sucking my neck begin to turn black. The alcohol intensifies and I could feel my stomach churning. The black–haired man lifted his gaze and those forest green eyes meets mine.