King of Anything

10

The sun starts sinking as I walk home. I don't live far from the firm, which lets me keep a lot of my money. I don't bother with a car, so I don't bother with insurance, gas, maintenance.

I can pretty much get where I need to go by walking, which also keeps me fit, or uber.

I have nice place, it gets a lonely sometimes, but I have a cat.

The sad part? My cat f*****g hates me. I don't know why. It's just like...when she sees me she hisses and scratches, and I'm like: I thought you were a cat, but you're acting like a b***h.

And that pisses her off more.

I call her Myu. She's pretty, which is probably why she's so stuck up. I unlock my door, taking off my heels, unbuttoning my shirt.

I can't wait to get out of this bra.

"Myu, I'm back!"

Not that she cares...

I pause, glancing at my lock.

"I know. A waste of good lock picking skills," He rumbles.

That son of b***h. Myu is perched on his lap, that traitorous p***y!

"I'm calling the police," I whip out my phone.

He chuckles. It deep and dark, making the ends of my hair stand.

"You certainly have changed. I thought with a little purr, a little coaxing and I'd have you ready and wet to my bidding. Oh well,"

He stands, advancing on me. "Seduction seems lost on you now. You're not the helpless little girl I found, are you?"

I meet his eye fearlessly, as his skins his nose against my throat. I swallow, pretending his closeness doesn't affect me.

Wishing it didn't.

"Marueen," He purrs, "Don't ignore me, darling. I can make your life very difficult."

Rolling my eyes. "Fine. Scar, what the f**k do you want?"

He smirked. "What a foul mouth you've grown. I almost like it."

"I almost—wait no—i don't give a f**k. I want you out. Now."

"Oh, but we have so much to discuss," He murmured dramatically, his heady scent filling my nose, drawing me in.

He's right about one thing though—ill never not be drawn to him. I'll never not want him. But I can fight it. I can ignore it.

"Discuss?" I scoff. "Let's discuss," I pull him closer, catching him off guard. He leans in, and so do I, lips anxiously awaiting that collide.

I push him away.

"Let's discuss how you used me. Let's discuss how you pretending to love me so I would kill your eneimes."

I swing my hips as I walk around the room. "Let's discuss how you promised me the world, only to kick me out the second I did what you wanted."

"Let's discuss how I actually loved you, you piece of s**t," His hands settle on my hips, that familiar warm touch.

"I know, I hurt you, Marueen."

I lean back against him, sneaking my hand up into his hair.

"You do? You know? Oh, then it's fine. It's complety fine—" I break away from him.

"Till someone gets hurt. And that someone won't be me. See yourself out."

He huffs, panting, the heavy air affecting us both. We stare off, the tension between us thick as smoke.

"So what's your move, Scar? Huh?"

He swallows. I watch his throat work. "What's next?"

"I didn't want to do this, Marueen. But don't forget I hold leverage—"

I laugh. "Oh you mean those men I killed for you? Please, by all means, call the cops. I'll give you my phone and a full confession."

He clenched his jaw.

I reach out, taking his hand, pressing it against my chest. "Do you feel that? That heart beat? It means I'm living. I'm alive. I'm not a toy, Scar."

"What the hell do you want anyway? What do you want to use me for now?"

Scar pulled me in, into his arms, his warm arms. I hate him so much.

"Can't I just want you back, Marueen?"

I laugh, feeling the madness creeping in. "Want me? You don't want me, Scar."

My paint is chipping. In his arms, my armor fails.

His lips seek mine, and I want nothing more than to give in, fall into him, into his kiss, into his arms.

And that's what I do. I fall. Bottomless like his eyes, I fall, falling hard and fast toward his mouth on mine.

His breath mixed with mine, heady and sexy, and waiting for me.

Neither of us move to connect our lips.

"Poor little me, trapped in your little show." I whisper. "You know your hot. Why do you bother with the shirt?"

"Marueen," He murmurs.

I don't know who moved. Who did it? It didn't matter, because his lips were on mine, hot and heavy, his tongue sneaking into the cavern of my mouth.

Finally, I realize what's happening. Pushing him away, I sink to the floor.

I'm so fuckin weak.

"Get out," I pant. "Get out and don't come back."

"Marueen?"

I wrap my hands around my torso, looking away.

"Go."

I hear the door close. He's got what he wanted. What he came here for.

I can basically hear myself screaming:

Love me, love me, I'll give you everything.

I'll do anything! I'm so stupid! Please take advantage of me! As long as you love me!

Say you love me! Love me!

He doesn't love me. He never will. 

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