Page 61 of Wicked Throne

Shaking myself from the stupor I was in, I watched as he dropped the towel and strode away to get dressed.

“Where are you going again?”

He looked over his shoulder and I admired the view. He could have given Chris Evans a run for America’s ass. “I’m going to check out a meeting location. Enzo’s coming along so you and Treyanna try not to cause too much trouble.”

“Have I told you how much I love that one of my best friends is now my sister-in-law?”

The black and red Champion t-shirt that he slid on his body almost seemed molded to him. He zipped up his jeans quickly, his fingers moved in a blur of action.

His outfit surprised me.

“Don’t believe you have, Tesoro. But what’s with the look?”

“You’re dressing in something other than a black suit…this whole 'Miami Bae Vibe' thing is something else,” I gave him a nod. "I kind of like it."

Yeah, he can get it,I thought.

Holy shit, I was really beginning to like this man. My stomach gave a twirl and the need to vomit hit me.

Thierry gave a knowing smile. “Tesoro…don’t get into trouble while I’m gone. I can and I will spank and fuck you if you do.”

Watching him go, my stomach gave another whirl. He had left me hot and bothered so naturally, I decided to take care of that but before I did, I undressed down to the underwear I wore, this time blush pink silk.

Finding my best angle, I threw my leg up onto the bed. There was already a wet spot forming.

Click!

I looked the image over and sent it to Thierry.

I have to take care of this now…thanks a lot,my text read.

Fuck, he fired back moments later.Enzo’s giving me looks we just got in the car and I swerved.

I sent laughing face emojis.Don’t take all night…I want a workout when you get back.

Once I had finished myself off, I showered and dressed. I’d found this cute loose-fitting dress with a blue and white chinoiserie design that had screamed my name. For some reason, my tighter clothes were making me feel claustrophobic lately.

Trey and I met up at the bar. A neon sign over the bar welcomed us as a martini glass lit up and danced beautiful tango. My bestie was wearing a tight black dress the showed off her frame. We kissed each other on the cheek and immediately sat down at the bar to order.

“I’m glad you came,” I smiled and started sipping on my drink. It tasted a little off but I figured I wouldn't fuss and just take sips.

“Me too,” she played with the orange on her drink.

Frowning, I looked her over.

“Why aren't you drinking and why do you sound down?”

She took a deep breath.

“I’m late?”

“Huh?”

“Aunt Flo hasn’t been to visit…’

Her eyes grew wide and she started looking around. My hands flew to my mouth and we both took a breath.

“Have you told Enzo yet?”