Page 13 of Shattered Queens: Veronica
Veronica: Fuck you.
Limp Dick: Maybe?
I know he’s fucking with me because he’s to blame for my nonexistent sex life.
Veronica: Leave me alone.
Limp Dick: Behave or else.
Veronica: Don’t threaten me.
Limp Dick: It’s not a threat, if I’ll do it…you know I will.
“AHHHHHHH!” I scream.
Veronica: GO. TO. HELL!!
I see the screen on my phone lock. He didn’t. He wouldn’t. He locked my phone. I go to my laptop that’s on the kitchen island. It’s synced to my phone. That’s locked as well. Why does he hate me so much? Isn’t his job just to watch me and report back? What the hell did I do to him?
I need to relieve some of this frustration, so I head to my bathroom and run the water, adding my favorite bath oils to the large tub. I love the sweet, floral scent with a hint of citrus. Although this is smaller than any place I’ve lived, the bathtub is huge, which is great because I love soaking in the water. I head into my bedroom and open my nightstand. I pull out my trusted, smooth blue silicone toy. It has dual heads for stimulation.
Stepping into the tub, I’m enveloped in warm water. A sigh of relief escapes my lips as the heat begins to work its magic, easing the tension that has gathered in my muscles. Sinking deeper into the water, I let myself just be. I grab the toy and turn it on; it hums to life. The sensation of the thick length on my right breast causes my nipple to harden. I switch to my left and do the same. I can feel the need building, even in the bath; I know I’m soaked. Slowly, I move the toy down my soft stomach until it’s at my entrance. I spread my legs, placing the end of the vibrator on my clit. The stimulation feels so fucking good. Fuck, I needed this. I slowly fill myself with the toy, inch by inch. The clit stimulator is sending me into a frenzy. I pump the thick vibrator in and out of my pussy withone hand while I use my other hand to play with my nipples. I move from one breast to the other.
I fuck myself rough, just how I like it. Loud moans escape me. I’m so close. So fucking close. I come, and I bite my lip so hard that I know it’s swollen. But I need more. I leave the vibrator inside me and increase the setting to higher. My clit is so sensitive, but I don’t care. I need more. I spread my legs wider and just fuck myself into oblivion.
I’m coming down from my release when my doorbell rings.You have got to be kidding.Maybe if I don’t answer it, whoever it is will get the hint. It rings again…and again. I get up on shaky legs and toss my vibrator into the bathroom sink. I’m dripping wet, so I grab my silk robe; the fabric clings to my body as I head to the front door. I look through the peephole and see Cam. Cam? What is he doing here?
I look around my apartment; it’s not the best, but it’s not the worst either. Looking at myself in the mirror next to the front door, I see that my robe is damp. My hair is a mess. My cheeks are flushed. My lips are swollen. I look freshly fucked. I open the door, not caring that he’ll see me like this.
Cam is standing in front of me in sweatpants and a long-sleeved T-shirt. Maybe it’s the orgasm, but fuck, he looks good. He’s holding a bag. Is that takeout?
“What do you want?” I ask him because he’s keeping me from another orgasm.
“Hello, neighbor, I brought a peace offering.” He places a bag in front of my face, as if I’m a dog and he has a treat for me. I catch him looking away. He’s disgusted by what he sees. This is not the Veronica Kayde who’s on display for the world to see. My stomach turns sour. Does he have to be so obvious?
“Did you need something?” I’m short because this interaction is already pissing me off.
“As I said,”—he motions to the bag—“a peace offering.”
“For what? Having to put up with you as a neighbor?”
He smiles, and it’s so beautiful and haunting. “It’s cake from the new bakery down the street.”
“Did you put cyanide in it?” I quip.
“Now, why would I do that?” He lifts a brow.
“For sheer entertainment?”
“If I want that, I’ll just watch you. I’m sure you can provide that. You have a knack for giving everyone something to see.”
What a jerk. I take the bag from him and slam the door in his face. I hear him laugh from the other side, and it makes me want to open the door and throw the bag back at him. He’s just like everyone else; he’s using me for his entertainment. I look at the bag and smell the cake. It smells divine, but I don’t bother opening it. I head to my kitchen and throw it in the trash. Fuck Cam, and fuck Miles.
“What will you be doing at the nonprofit?” my mother asks from the kitchen counter. She insisted that I come over and bake with her. I’m glad to see her up and doing things she loves. I watch her mix the dry ingredients, ensuring she doesn’t miss anything.
“Whatever they need help with, but I’m going to assist in finding property to convert into housing for survivors who need a fresh start.”
My mother’s eyes beam. “Honey, that’s great! You know, we may be able to assist. Kayde has multiple properties.”
