Arranged love

TITAN

Emilee York!

Who the fuck would have guessed I’d see her tonight?

It’s been, what? I haven’t seen her since my senior year in college, and she was only a sophomore. That was four years ago.

My best friend used to fuck her. I always wanted to ram my cock down her throat, so I didn’t have to listen to her. She was a fucking bitch in every way possible.

My body presses into hers, and her wide blue eyes look up at me. I reach up and run my hands through her dark hair. I wonder what it would look like sprawled out on my bed. Or twisted in my hands while her mouth was full of my cock. I wrap the long, curly strands around my tatted fingers.

“Please don’t.” She’s panting. Her words shaking. Little Queen Bitch isn’t as tough as she used to be. But then again, she never was around me. When I got close, she was a different person.

I smile. “Afraid of me, Em?”

“Just leave me alone.” She places her hands on my chest to push me away.

I don’t budge. “Now why would I do that?” I lean down and place my lips by her ear. She hitches in a breath, and her hands dig into my shirt. I’m not sure if she’s trying to push me back or pull me in at this point. “Remember the last time I had you like this?” I ask her. I still dream about that night.

“I told you no then.” She growls. “Just like I’m telling you now.”

“But that’s not what you meant.”

She shoves her fists into my chest and growls through her pretty teeth. “No means no, Titan.”

Even though she was a total bitch, it was kinda sexy. We had a love-hate kind of friendship. If you could even call us friends. I think that’s why she held my attention so much. All the other girls were annoying and clingy, but she wasn’t. Then again, she wasn’t mine, either. “But you were so wet for me. Are you now?”

She lets out a growl of frustration, and I chuckle.

“Does Bones know you’re back in town?” I ask her. With the news of her dad’s passing, he hasn’t mentioned her once.

Her body goes rigid against mine. Things haven’t changed much since college. The guys and I still run this fucking town. After she graduated, she left and never looked back. Only Bones knows why she split, but he never shared that information with any of us. Yet now here she is, looking better than ever.

“I’ll take that as a no.” I smile down at her.

Her plump lips part, and she licks them. “I don’t want any trouble,” she whispers.

I slide my right hand into her soft hair and tilt her head back. She doesn’t try to fight me. Why would she? She knows she can’t beat me. “I’m not sure I believe that.” She was always trouble. My friend fucked her, and I secretly wanted a piece of her. The one where she spread her legs and let me fuck the bitch out of her.

“Titan.” She breathes my name, and it sends a jolt straight to my cock.

“Yeah, baby?”

Her blue eyes narrow up at mine, and her lips thin. “Give me back my phone,” she demands.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“Come get it, sweetheart.” I pull away and turn, giving her my back.

“Titan?” she calls out.

“You know where I’m at,” I answer, keeping my back to her.

I make my way over to the car to see Grave sitting in the driver’s seat, wondering why he never came over to pick us up. I open the passenger side door and get in. He’s on his phone.

“I think we’ve waited long enough,” Bones snaps through the Bluetooth, letting out a growl.

Grave looks over at me and then in the back seat. “Where’s the girl?” he asks me.

“What girl?” Bones snaps.

I smile to myself. “She’ll be around.”

EMILEE

I WAKE UP to the bedroom door opening, and Jasmine barging in. “The fuck, boo? It’s time to get up. I told you to set the alarm on your phone.”

“Lost it,” I lie, still pissed off at Titan for not returning it to me last night. And even more pissed at myself that I don’t have a lock on it. I can’t remember what pictures are on there. I had two options after he walked away from me last night. Go inside and call George to come get me or blow up Jasmine’s until she answered. Thankfully, she didn’t let me down.

“Well, get up, and let’s go get a new one.”

I don’t move.

She plops down beside me. Her brows wiggle and her green eyes shine with mischief. “I got us a job tonight.”

“A job?”

She nods excitedly, pushing her short red hair behind her ear.

She always does this. Finds ways to make money. Her father is a millionaire, but that’s not enough. She’s a greedy little bitch. That’s why we are such great friends. I should be thankful since I have no money, no phone and a car that has a flat tire.

“As long as I get to keep my clothes on.” There’s no telling what she plans on having me do.

Her smile widens. “Well …”

“I’m not getting naked, Jasmine.”

In college, she got us a job jumping out of a birthday cake wearing nothing but whip cream as a bra for a bachelor party. Technically, we were over eighteen and considered adults, but I still wasn’t gonna do it. I shut that shit down really quick.

“You just gotta show some tits and ass.” She shrugs.

“That’s everything.” I don’t have much to offer in the first place. I’ve always been on the smaller side. In everything. My B cups are nothing compared to her DD’s. Jasmine has the figure that every guy dreams of. Narrow hips, bubble ass, and large chest. She’s got these perfectly shaped full lips and big green eyes. I would totally fuck her if I was a guy. Hell, there was that one night in college …

“Come on.” She slaps my ass over the blanket. “We got to start getting ready.”

I lean up to look at the clock on my nightstand. “It’s a little after one.” I had planned on sleeping in all day. “What time does this job start?”

“We have to be there at five. So, we need to start getting ready now.”

“Where are we going exactly?” I ask, sitting up and pushing my wild hair from my face.

She gives me a big smile and then jumps up and down once. “Kingdom.”

I fall onto my back, throw my arm over my face, and sigh in defeat. This week is trying to fucking kill me! And tonight, it might succeed.