Page 51 of Claiming His Throne
“Okay, enough,” I groan. “Emilio, I expect you to keep her out of trouble tomorrow night.”
“I always keep her out of trouble,” he says. And he does.
I didn’t know just how much until Frankie spelled out every little fucking thing Emilio has done for her over the years. He even took the fall for killing some asshole she stabbed. He was prepared to face life behind bars so she wouldn’t have to.
It’s been a long fucking night. By the time I finish up work, it’s three in the morning. I head home, instead of up to Molly’s suite like I want to. After showering, I climb into my empty bed and regret the decision instantly.
I’ve known the woman for three fucking days. I cannot be addicted to her already. Except I know I am. I debate calling her but then remember what time it is and that she’s probably asleep.
My phone dings with an incoming message. Reaching over, I pick it up, sitting straighter on the bed when I see that it’s from Molly.
Molly Olive:
Are you awake?
I hit the dial button next to her name. “What’s wrong?” I ask as soon as the phone connects.
“Nothing. Why are you awake?” she replies.
“I just got home.”
“Oh.”
“Molly, why areyouawake?”
“I thought you might show up in my room again.”
“I wanted to let you sleep.”
“Okay, well, now that I know you’re not coming, I’ll let you go,” she rushes out.
“Molly, do you want me to come to your room?”
“You’re already home,” she says.
“That’s not an answer. Do you want me there or not?”
“Is it weird that two nights is enough to get used to having someone else in my bed?” she sighs.
“Probably. I’ll be there in thirty.” I’m already climbing out of bed.
“You really don’t have to,” she says.
“I want to. I’ll see you soon.” I cut the call and walk into my closet, throwing on a pair of sweats and a shirt. I then slide my feet into a pair of sneakers and find my keys and wallet.
I make it back to the Royal Flush in twenty minutes. I hand my keys to the valet and watch as he does a double-take at me. I’m usually dressed a lot better when I come here. He’s probably never seen me so casual.
I let myself into Molly’s suite and find her sitting up in bed. “Hi,” she says.
“Hi.” I peel the shirt off over the back of my head, step out of my shoes, and tug my sweats down my legs before climbing into the bed in my briefs.
“I’m sorry I made you come back here.” Molly lies down, rolling onto her side to face me.
“You didn’t make me do anything. I wanted to.” I pull her into me and press a kiss to the middle of her forehead. “Go to sleep,” I tell her.
“Really? We’re just going to go to sleep?”
“Yes. When we wake up, I will thoroughly fuck you if you want. But right now, you need to sleep.” She’s barely slept since I met her. I don’t know how much she usually sleeps, but I can tell she’s exhausted.
