Page 33 of Wicked Throne

Bitch grab it,I thought.

And I did.

It caught him off guard and caused him to his and stand up straight like a soldier. I followed suit in standing, his mouth hovering above my own.

"Diamond, you and these games."

I gave a gentle squeeze.

"It feels like we should play tug," I licked my lips before finishing my thought. "Of war. Would you like that?"

His hand went to my own and forced me to squeeze harder through the pants.

"Maybe," he hissed. "I'd also like to play hiding go seek as well."

I let out a little chuckle and finally dropped my hand away from his dick. We were getting way too hot and bothered and I still wanted to know what in the hell it was that he wanted.

"Thierry, what do you want?"

"I just told you."

"No what did you come here for?"

Frowning he adjusted himself in his pants, a slight scowl on his face. "Have you talked to your father lately?"

"Since he forced me into this farce....no, I haven't."

"Well..."

"What?"

Thierry scrubbed at his beard, and I resisted tugging on it. It was coming in nicely I noticed. He looked good clean-shaven and with a beard but I'd never tell him. Shit like that went to a man's head. He was already conceited enough.

"He wants us to host dinner at our brand new mansion."

I coughed. "Huh?"

"Your father is under the impression that not only married, but we're happily living in the three-point two-million-dollar house I bought for us."

"And why in the actual hell would he think that?"

Thierry scoffed. "Probably because we're married. Anyway, get your apron ready...there's turkey to be fixed. You, Tesoro, will put on a smiling face and cook a feast fit for an Italian army."

Before I could say anything else, a frantic knock came on the door. One of the dancers ducked her head in and she looked crazy. An altercation had broken out between a boyfriend, who by the way were not allowed on the premises, and the bouncers.

I'd told Thierry to stay put in my office, while I went to assess the damage. This was the type of shit I didn't tolerate at The Diamond. This was an upscale place and I wanted it to remain that way. The cops were not about to make life hell in any form or fashion. That had been the whole point in letting the mayor get a taste of this cat, to keep the police out my face.

By the time I got everything sorted out, it was forty-five minutes later. Everyone had calmed down and the dancer had been fired for having her boyfriend bring drama to my door. Of course, she'd cried and pleaded because she had kids to feed.

She'd called me a heartless bitch when I told her I didn't care.

There was a zest on her words I couldn't shake and when I got back I found Thierry sitting on the couch, his feet propped up and chatting on his phone. He gave a slight smile when I entered, which I returned with a sneer. As I closed the door, I heard him hang up.

"I was hoping you'd be gone by the time I got back," I said leaning against the desk looking at him.

He played wounded and covered his heart. "If you're not careful you'll hurt my feelings one of these days."

Rolling my eyes, I shrugged. "Who was that? It's a little late for business calls."