Page 13 of London’s Calling, Part 1 (London’s Calling)

Chapter Thirteen

Mickey

I slip out of the bathroom as Roni turns her back on me and continues her shower, adjusting myself thanks to her little display. Damn! It was the hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen.

Back in the guest room, I pause to listen and ensure Roni is still in the shower before allowing my eyes to scan over the boxes I dismissed earlier.

Most of them are clothes and other girly shit, but I spot a box filled with paperwork.

Lifting the first few pages on the top, I realise it’s essays and papers from uni.

I’m about to leave it when something catches my eye.

Pulling it free, it’s an article on losing a parent at a young age.

Scanning the first few paragraphs, the sound of water running in the shower cuts off, and I know my time is up if I don’t want to give up my secret way in.

I quickly duck back into the wardrobe, ensuring to close the door and lock the hidden door in the back.

It’s not until I’m back in my apartment I realise I’m still holding the article from Roni’s belongings.

I toss it on the side in the kitchen and go take a shower.

My dick hardens as I wash my hair, reminded of Roni’s wet body and the feel of her pussy hugging my cock as I fucked her.

I don’t fuck the same woman twice, a lesson I learned after hooking up with some hot chick at one of Priest’s parties.

Hot body, great sex and the conversation—what little there was that night—was good too.

But after the third time we hooked up, she started banging on about meeting her family, moving in together and settling down.

I dropped her like a fucking hot rock. I thought that was the end of it, but I’m not that lucky.

I swear it’s every guy’s rite of passage to have one crazy, obsessed bitch who stalks you at least once in your lifetime.

It took a whole damn month before she finally got the message. I guess screwing her best friend and letting her catch us snapped her out of it. Moral of the story, don’t screw the same woman more than once.

Yet here I am, having just fucked Roni for a second time, going against my rule of one time only, but she’s not just anyone—she’s the daughter of the man my father hates, the man who goes out of his way to damage our business and reputation every chance he gets.

It has to be the thrill, having something forbidden. It’s why I enjoyed the hell out screwing my tutor at university. Christie Brooks, my own Mrs Robinson. That’s what it is just the thrill. Nothing else. It can’t be anything more.

Stepping out the shower, I wrap a towel around my waist and grab my phone from the side.

Me

I need to fuck and drink tonight.

My phone pings instantly.

Priest

Aww, I thought you’d never ask.

Me

Prick!

Priest

I’ll let Fletch know.

Me

See you in an hour.

I dress and have James drop me off at Priest’s. There are a couple of extra cars parked in his drive, but nothing like the party the other night.

The door opens as I approach, and I was expecting Fletch, but instead I’m greeted by a woman wearing a bikini. I guess Priest decided on a pool party. Good job I keep some clothes at his, including swim shorts.

I smile as my eyes trail over her rack, which is spilling out the sides of her bikini top. She hands me a drink, some shot, and I down it before tossing the plastic shot glass over my shoulder as I enter the house.

“Hey,” she purrs, walking backwards as her fingertips run up and down my chest. “Let’s get you out of these clothes and into something a little more…appropriate.”

I grab her hand, stopping her movement. Her lips pout and she bats her damn eyelashes at me. “How about I meet you in the Jacuzzi in ten minutes, okay?” I tell her, peeling her hand away from me.

She cocks her head to the side. “Don’t keep me waiting too long, Mickey,” she whispers before spinning on her…heels, actual fucking heels, and sashaying down the corridor toward the indoor pool room.

A hand slaps me on the back. “Hey, man. I see you met Crystal already.”

“Crystal?” I arch a brow.

Fletch shakes his head with a smirk. “Yeah, I don’t think it’s her real name. Come on.”

“Strippers?” I ask as I follow him.

“No idea. All I know is they are up for pretty much anything.”

“Jesus Christ,” I mutter as we reach the small changing room just outside the pool area.

“There’s some of your swimming trunks in there. See you in a minute.”

I change and head out to the pool, stopping to grab a beer from the fridge.

“So, what’s got you so fucking worked up?” Priest calls as I walk into the pool up to my waist.

“Fucking Simmonds!”

“The guy is enough to make anyone want to get pissed and fuck,” Priest says, steering the rubber ring he’s in over to me. “Let’s go chat in the sauna.”

I spot Crystal in the Jacuzzi making out with another girl, and normally that would have me hard, but not tonight. I’m barely at half-mast. A few more beers and get this shit with Simmonds off my chest, then I should be good to screw and vent the last of my frustration.

Priest ramps up the heat in the sauna, and I fill him in on what happened with the bid for Tower Hotels.

“Rumour has it they’re bleeding money quicker than water through a sieve. There’s no way they can survive. Clayton’s a fucking moron.”

“Yeah, well, he’s going to need a big fucking investment to keep above water if he’s not going to sell.”

“Only one other person with that kind of money aside from your dad.”

“Franklin fucking Hart!”

Priest nods but doesn’t say anything else as the door opens and Crystal and her friend from the Jacuzzi enter. Crystal was barely wearing anything before and now she’s wearing even less—stark fucking naked.

She has a slim waist with a flare to her hips, which only accentuates her ample chest and are at least real.

She’s bare except for a small, neatly trimmed landing strip in the centre, displaying her piercing as she walks toward me.

Her friend heads straight for Priest, handing him another beer as I take the one Crystal offers me, then she leans down and kisses me.

I break the kiss a second later, not comfortable with the level of intimacy she’s attempting. Turning my face away, she’s unperturbed and trails kisses down my chest, dropping to her knees as she reaches the waistband of my shorts and tugs them down. I raise my hips so she can free my cock.

“How did your father take the news about the Mayfair apartment?” Priest asks me as he groans.

Looking over, I find the other girl mirroring Crystal’s position, on her knees, as she sucks Priest’s cock.

“He wasn’t fucking…happy,” I stutter as Crystal circles the head of my cock with her tongue. “He’s letting me stay in the other apartment.” My head drops back, and I close my eyes as Crystal takes me fully into her mouth, sucking me down to the hilt.

Priest barks out a laugh. “And how’s that working out for…you staying…ahhh…next door to the Ice Queen?”

“Shut the fuck up, Priest,” I snap, dragging Crystal off my dick by her hair. I point to a small box on the left, which contains condoms. She gets up and collects one, bringing it back to me. “Ride me,” I order, and a minute later, I’m buried to the hilt inside her as she does exactly that.

Something feels off about the whole thing, but I finish nonetheless. Once Priest and the other girl, who I learn is Gem, are done, we move to the Jacuzzi and watch as Gem feasts on Crystal’s pussy.

When Gem offers herself to me twenty minutes later, I make an excuse and disappear inside the house after changing back into my clothes.

“Not like you to pass up pussy on a plate,” teases Fletch as he comes and sits beside me in the sunken lounge as I nurse another beer.

“Yeah, well, pussy is all the same, and I’m not in the mood.”

Wouldn’t say no to Roni though, would you?

“Wanna talk about it?”

I slant an irritated glare his way. “No, Fletch, I don’t want to fucking talk about it.” I drain the last of my beer and stand. “I’m going to head home. Tell Priest I’ll call him tomorrow.”

I message James as I leave and tell him I’ll meet him at the gate. He arrives ten minutes after I do, and he drives me home in silence.

James slots in behind another car just as they pull away.

I can’t see who is inside, and when I look over to the front entrance of the apartment, I see the door closing and assume it was Roni’s security dropping her off.

But as I get out of the car and bid James a goodnight, I see Carl sitting in his car a couple of cars down.