Page 59 of Claiming His Throne
“Are you okay?” Molly asks me.
“I’m… Fucking hell, you are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, Molly Olive.”
“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself, Alfie Giuliani.” She smiles at me.
“I mean, you’re beautiful without all…this. But fuck, you wear that dress well,” I tell her.
“Thank you. Should we go, or do you want to stand here and stare at me a little longer?”
“What I want to do is take you into my bedroom, tie you to my bed, and fuck you all night.”
“As great as that sounds, I do want to go to this gala.” She shrugs a shoulder.
“Okay. But tonight, I am bringing you back here.”
“We’ll see.” She laughs.
“I actually have plans for after the gala, so do me a favor and don’t drink too much. I need you sober.”
“I’m not going to get drunk and embarrass you, Alfie. I know how to behave at these kinds of events.”
“I wouldn’t care or be embarrassed if you got drunk, Molly. But if you did, we wouldn’t get into the place I want to take you afterwards.” Like fuck, this woman could ever embarrass me. “Hold on. I need to grab something.” Taking her hand, I guide her down the hall and into my office.
I drop her hand, slide the bookcase to the left, and press my palm to the large steel door that opens upon my touch. Then I walk into the hidden room and find what I’m looking for.
“Come here.” I crook a finger at Molly.
Her eyes are wide as she takes in the variety of weapons. “I’m not going to ask…” she says.
“Probably for the best you don’t.” I laugh.
Kneeling in front of her, I pick up her right foot and slide a small leather garter up her calf, over her knee, stopping when it reaches her thigh. Next, I pick up the petite knife, cased in a pink sheath that fastens to the garter.
“It’s light so it shouldn’t be too weird for you,” I tell her.
“It’s pretty. Doesn’t really seem like your style, though,” Molly says.
“I buy stuff for my sister. This has been sitting here for a while. Angus said something about paparazzi hassling you. Ifanyone gets too close, take this little knife and aim for the side of their neck.” I wink at her as I stand.
“I am not stabbing the paparazzi, Alfie. Are you insane?”
“Probably.” I shrug. “Now we can go.” I take her hand, close the door to the safe, and slide the bookcase back into place.
Angus was right. The moment Molly stepped out of the car, camera flashes were going off and her name was being shouted by a greedy bunch of news reporters. Molly didn’t seem too fazed. She smiled and waved as she posed by my side for a few pictures.
Now that we’re inside, it isn’t any better. We’ve just stepped through the doors, and all eyes have turned to her. My parents are the first to approach. My father giving me a stonydon’t fuck up this eventlook, while my mother takes Molly in her arms and hugs her. She then guides her across the room to meet someone. I watch for a second before I’m following close behind them.
“You know, for someone who was supposed to be running this woman out of town, you sure are doing a backwards job of it,” Dad says, a slight twinge of humor in his tone.
“She’ll leave,” I say, and bile rises in my throat. I have no doubt she will leave. I just don’t think I actually want her to anymore.
“Yeah? That why you had her at your house today?”
“She’ll be there tonight too. Doesn’t mean she’s not going to leave town when she doesn’t get what she came here for,” I grunt.
“Thereareways for you both to get what you want,” Dad hums.
“Yeah, how’s that?”
