Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 102970 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 515(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 343(@300wpm)
“What was wrong with it?” I ask.
“It was too small. I mean I’m not saying I need an elephant trunk, but it was the size of a pinkie. And my pussy needs more than that to work with.”
Haven is coughing now, possibly choking. I’m laughing, and the old woman gets up, shaking her head as she walks away from us.
“Wait! What do you mean a client?” Haven asks, just picking up on what she had said.
I bite my bottom lip, and Jasmine smiles. “We’re Queens.”
“You’re what?” she barks. “I know you did not just say Queens?” She narrows her eyes on me. “You’re doing it too?” Her eyes dart around as she lowers her voice. “You’re an escort?”
“I need the money.” I shrug. “Not all of us are married to billionaires,” I tease.
“Yeah,” Jasmine adds.
Haven points a finger at Jasmine. “Your father is a millionaire. You don’t need to prostitute yourself out.”
Our table falls silent. Jasmine closes her lips tightly, and I watch her clench her fists. She has never had a great relationship with her dad, and I feel he has a lot to do with why Jasmine is the way she is. She has daddy issues. But we’ve never spoken about them before. Some things are better left alone. Talking about them to her girls isn’t going to make them any better. That’s something she needs to speak to her dad about. Only they know the problem and can fix it together.
The barista calls out our order number, and Jasmine stands to get it, letting us know the conversation is over. Haven gives me a look that tells me we will be getting back to it later.
I see Grave enter the Starbucks. “One second,” I tell Haven, and stand, walking over to him.
He looks over and sees me coming. “Hey,” I say clearing my throat still unsure how to act around him. First, I saw him fucking a girl, and then he caught me and Bones together. Not everyone is going to understand what me, Bones, and Titan did. Hell, even I don’t know what it was. But I know I’m with Titan and he didn’t mind sharing me with Bones. I have a feeling he won’t be that understanding if I asked to bring some random dude into the bed with us. Not like I need to. He and Bones are plenty.
“Hey.” He nods at me, coming up behind Jasmine in line. “Jas.” He recognizes her. His eyes on her ass.
“Grave.” She observes, turning and looking him up and down.
He smirks at her. Grave is six two but still the shortest of all the Kings. He has that cute baby face and panty dropping smile. His eyes are blue like his brother’s but they’re softer. More approachable. Bones’s are always hard and intimidating.
“I see you’re still alive.” She takes a sip of her drink and pulls her lip back after swallowing. Clearly she doesn’t like what I ordered her.
“There’s always tomorrow,” he states.
She rolls her green eyes and heads over to our table.
“What do you want, Emilee?” he asks, looking down at me.
“Have you seen Titan?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Did he ghost you already?”
I place my hands on my hips. “No.” He was already gone when I left this morning to go see my mother. And when I returned to meet the girls, Nigel said he was out for the day. He didn’t mention anything about going anywhere to me.
He pulls his ringing phone out of the back pocket of his shredded jeans. I don’t think Grave owns any type of business attire. “He’s up in The Palace.”
“Palace?” Where have I heard that at?
He nods. “Sixteenth floor. Code 1275.”
I go to ask him what the code is for, but his cell rings once more. “I have to take this.” And with that, he dismisses me.
I sit down and have my drink with the girls. But the entire time my mind is on Titan. Is that here in Kingdom? The girls and I hang out for about thirty minutes and then I tell them goodbye.
I go to the main lobby where the elevator banks are and wait with the crowd of people. I step in and frown when I don’t see an option for the sixteenth floor. “Excuse me,” I say and squeeze my way out before the door closes. I try five other ones, and none of them stop on a sixteenth floor. Strange.
Getting impatient, I turn in a circle, trying to think where the other elevators are that I could use when I see the tattoo shop. I walk over to it and enter.
“Hello. How may I help you?” a girl asks with a smile on her face from behind the counter.
“Is Cross here?” Cross is a tattoo artist among many other things. He opened this place up inside the casino when they took over. From what I’ve heard over the years, he does really good work. I wonder if he has given the Kings any of their ink.