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lot.”
    “This is her?” King’s aunt asks as King and I stop in front
of them.
    “Yes, Aunt Galinda, this is Ever.”
    “It’s great to meet you.” I shake her hand with my free one.
    “Same to you.”
    “Gerry was telling me about this little café around the
block, if you guys feel like trying it.”
    I know exactly where she is talking about and I’m sure King
will hate it. So, I figure he can slum it with us normal folk and enjoy
watching my dad and I eat their ninety-nine cent breakfast which they serve all
day. I can tell right away that Galinda won’t mind, she’s very old school,
nothing like King at all.
    “I think King would love it there.”
    “Really?” he asks.
    “Oh yeah, it’s in such a cool building.”
    As we walk, his hand is still wound around mine and it feels
so natural. Yeah, he might be this rich, cocky…no, arrogant, guy. But deep
down, beneath the façade, there is much more to him. Like, him spending a
Saturday with his Aunt, he seemingly only wants to make her happy. Beneath it
all, I think he really has a good side, that slowly I am discovering each time
we are together, finding out more and more about who the real King is.
    “Are you kidding me?”
    “What?” I ask innocently as we walk into the old-school
diner. It’s totally more of a dive than anything and certainly not a café. It
needs a total renovation.
    “Why would you think I’d like it here?”
    “Come on, give the food a chance.”
    A waitress walks by us as we wait at the door to be seated
with a huge tray of the greasy mess they serve, and King leans down whispering
in my ear. “You’re so gonna pay for this later.”
    “What? You gonna spank me?” I tease him, pulling my
sunglasses up on the top of my hair
    “No.” He brushes the hair off my neck and whispers into my
ear, “I’m gonna skull fuck you.”
    My eyes get wide and a hostess shows us to our table, but I
can barely function as I imagine what that means.
    Who would say something like that?
    I haven’t even kissed him yet. As we all get situated,
Galinda says, “Isn’t this place so cute, King?”
    “Totally!” he sarcastically replies and opens his menu as I
sit, still stunned. The image of myself on my knees with his cock buried in my
throat burns in my brain, and I swallow hard, clenching my thighs. He reaches
down with one hand and pries my legs apart. God, he’s so intuitive to every –
single – little – thing that I do.
    I’m so fucked.

Chapter 12
     
    Leaving lunch with my dad, King gives me a very tight hug
and for the first time kisses me on the cheek. My heart races, his mouth so
warm and then that smirk as he touches his bottom lip with his thumb, his
tattooed hand so hot. He locks eyes with me as he backs up, before he turns
away with his aunt and walks off.    
    “I think he’s a nice guy,” my dad says out of the blue and
I’m not even sure where that came from.
    “He’s got a lot of layers to him, Dad, and you haven’t seen
them all yet.”
    “What’s that mean?” he asks.
    “He’s different, he sort of feels controlling.”
    “In a bad way?” my dad asks, alarmed by the word as any
father should be.
    “I don’t know yet. I really know as much about him as you
do.”
    “But he’s into the same things you are?”
    “Not really. He’s really rich and kinda conceited.”
    “Ever!” my dad scolds me, for some reason defending King
like he’s his own child.
    “What? Look at this six hundred-dollar skillet he bought
me.”
    “I think it was nice of him.”
    We get in my dad’s car and he says, “Well, his aunt is
awesome.”
    “Yeah, it seems like you two really connected.”
    “We really did. She’s gonna bring that clock by this week
for me to fix and have a look at my other things.”
    I can see the excitement in my dad’s eyes; it’s something
that has been missing for a long time. I’d love for my dad to one day find
someone to share his life with. As hard as it would be for both