King of Anything

14

I wake up and take a shower. I play my music loud, as I go about my morning routine. I'll deal with him today.

I head into work, where, as always he waits. He stands as I come into my office.

"You know what you're doing can be called stalking," I remark calmly, as I turn on my lights.

He shrugs.

"You can leave, Scar." I sit at my desk. "I'll visit your house today."

He lifts a brow slightly. "You will?"

I log into my computer. "Yes. Now get out."

He stalks toward my desk, closing my laptop, his nose against mine.

"Then I expect you home by six tonight. I'll have Joseph fix you your favorites."

I lift my laptop, entering my password again.

He still kept Joseph huh?

"No need. I'll only be a moment."

He smirks, as if to say, that's simply not true baby girl.

He used to...used to hold me in his arms and tell me I was his most valuable thing.

I guess I should've known that wasn't good.

After all, no matter how valuable a thing, it can always be thrown away.

"I'll wait for you, see you at six, Dear?"

I nod. "Yes I'll be there."

He licks his lips, glancing down at my own. "I'll send a car for you—"

"No need," I interject. "I'll get there on my own. Please leave."

He sighed, his minty breath fanning my lips. "Such a stubborn Queen. Fine." He presses a kiss to my lips.

I show no reaction.

"I'll see you at home." He glides out of my office, regal as ever.

Mariko comes in as he goes out, glancing at him.

"You're going home with him, Ms. Erin?"

I sigh. "It's personal Mariko. Hand me the Makado file please."

•  • •

I head straight to the old house. It hasn't changed: it's as formidable as always. I knock on the door.

It creaks open, as Joseph smiles warmly at me, the smile lines in the corner of his eyes pulling up.

"Joseph," I nod.

"Ms. Maureen, it's so good to see you!"

I smile smally, stepping further into the room. It's as white as always. Somethings changed though.

For one, there's pictures. Pictures of us.

"Ah, Maureen," Scar comes to greet me in his tuxedo, smile in place.

"You look gorgeous."

I sigh. "I didn't come to play your game, Scar."

He frowns. Joseph makes himself scarce.

"Dear—"

"Stop," I sigh. "Just stop. I came here, to this place, to let you know there's no chance were ever getting back together."

He eyes me sternly. "Is that so?"

I nod curtly. "You have no hold over me.  So just give up, Scar."

He smirks maliciously, stalking toward me. I hold my ground, staring him down. He touches me hair tenderly, eyes flickering between line, those beautiful eyes.

"I don't believe a word coming from the...gorgeous mouth of yours," he taps, touching my bottom lip tenderly.

I swallow.

He lays a hand on my hip, hypnotizing me with those eyes. "I am your everything. And no matter how much hide from it, you're still the little girl who would kill for me,"

He brushes his lips against mine, making my breath catch.

"Isn't that right, Maureen?"

I shake my head.

"No," he breathes, putting his forehead on mine briefly. "No," his mouth spins my neck: my head falls back against my will.

"But you fall apart in my arms, Maureen."

His hand wanders down my side, clamping down on my thigh, raising it toward him, wrapping it around his waist. I put my arms on his shoulders to steady myself.

So then. He just wants s*x. That's easy. I'll just give it to him.

My other leg wraps around his waist, as he pushing my back against the wall, lips locking with mine.

My body is on fire.

"Come now," He rasps, won't you fight me?"

I don't. I won't. Instead, I kiss him. I kiss him frantically, and he reciprocates with just as much desperation.

His hands work to get me bare enough to get inside me and I do the same. Every once and a while he'll kiss me, long hand hard, starving me of air, bruising my lips.

And when he's got my clothes off, he enters me, slowly at first, sliding inside ms, relishing in the feeling of us being whole again.

Of my accepting him again.

He rests his head on my shoulder, kissing my neck.

"Like coming home, baby." He whispers.

I put my hands in his hair, enjoying the feeling.

He moves inside me slowly, working inside me with the outmost carefulness.

My body trembles in his hold, but the ecstasy he gives me makes me boneless.

I fall into him, and I don't come out until we're both burning brightly, together.

The clock moves slowly as he hugs me to his chest, carrying me up to bed.

I know how he is. After he has s*x he takes a short nap. About five minutes or so, but enough for me to get out of here. Sure enough, he dozed for a minute, his hold on me slack.

I get up, taking me pants off the floor and putting them on. I call a cab, heading out the door.

"Miss?" Joseph calls. "The Master will be very upset if you leave—"

I smile at him. "Good bye, Joseph. It was good seeing you again."