Page 9 of Wicked Throne

Out of nowhere, something wet hit the back of my head. It felt like someone had poured ice over my head. I let out a surprised yelp and all eyes in the restaurant turned on me. Naomi, Treyanna, and Carmen’s mouths were open and I tried to turn in my chair to see what in the hell was going on.

It was then, dripping wet, that I came face to face with Keisha Willis.

That’s right, the mayor of Atlanta’s wife had just thrown a drink on me. I felt Naomi’s hand gripping my leg into place.

“Well say something WHORE!” The words ripped from her lips and roared through the rafters of this fine establishment.

Smirking, I pulled a napkin loose and began to pat myself dry. The Belle in me came rushing to the surface. Prim and proper were a weapon I loved to use. “I have no idea ma’am, why you would do such a vile thing in present company.”

A sneer ran along her face twisting her features. Keisha Willis, in her prime, had been beautiful. She was a former Miss Atlanta Metro from the early eighties if I wasn’t mistaken. Time had been kind to her and her brown skin had few wrinkles. “You know why bitch.”

Pain was beginning to set in on my leg from Naomi’s hand holding me in place. Her eyes were saying everything but I didn’t care. Standing up, and knocking her hand away I came in close to Keisha. Keeping my voice low so that only she could hear, I smiled and spoke, “Bitch, it's not my fault your husband liked the taste of this pussy. Now I suggest you stop before I embarrass you even further. These white folks bout to call the cops on all of us…look around dummy.”

She stepped back and realized herself, a look of horror on her face. People were definitely starring. I decided to save us both the trouble and leave.

“Y'all,” I turned to the girls. “Have all this put on my tab…my appetite has suddenly left.”

With my Chanel purse tucked under my arms and my damp pride, I exited the building stage left. When I got into the car, I sent the mayor a text.

Don’t come back to my establishment ever again, your wife just outed us at lunch.

I hit send.

And then, I hit block.

Smearing on red lipstick, I took a deep breath and drove off. I needed to suck some dick and get fucked roughly. That was the only thing I had an appetite for.

Chapter 5

Thierry

I licked my lips as I observed hers. They were full and sensual. These were the type of lips that could suck a man's soul from his body. Sure...she'd fight me if I tried to make a move right now. Who wouldn't? Right now, Ivy Knowles felt trapped. She felt threatened. And when something as wild and beautiful as a thing like her felt...she would strike to kill.

No.

I had to win her over.

I had to make her believe that I wasn't a threat.

Which was what this grand gesture had been the makings of. I had had my little brother Enzo fix up this deal months ago. We were going to call this place home. And after all, a queen like her needed a palace.

I watched her hand run along the staircase. Each finger seemed to caress the wood and I grew hard watching her. There was a different sort of wood I imagined her coming to caress. As if she could hear my dirty fucking thoughts, she turned and looked at me over her shoulder. The moment she did, from where she was on the staircase, sunlight hit the diamond studs in her ears.

"What do you think?" I asked.

She gave me her usual disgusted look. "Am I supposed to be thinking anything?"

Diamond.

It wasn't just her name.

It was everything about her. She was hard as hell. That was okay. I was going to remedy that soon enough. Time was pretty much on my side.

Taking the steps, one by one until I was standing beside her, I leaned down to speak. My sudden movements were having the desired effects. A shiver ran through her body but she stood still and controlled it but that caused her ass to shift against the hard-on I had for her.

"Think about it I said..."

My hand grabbed against her midsection. She breathed deeply but didn't move away. Instead, she stilled her body.