“Oh poo. I did, sugar,
but a girl can hope that it was for us you booked the room for and not some
other sssub.” The heavy sigh coming out was overly dramatic as arms were
detangled from a choking grip cutting off the ability to even swallow. “Anyhow,
sweetness, the room isn’t taken if you’d like to dump your little rock star
wannabe and make use of it with little ole me.”
Kyler put his warm
hand on Nikolas’s and his whole arm tingled. He leaned toward him. “Master Nikolas,
can we please leave now?”
Stevie cocked a
brow. “We? He’s not going anywhere with you. Isn’t it past your curfew? Now run
along home to mommy and daddy.”
The piercing shrill
of that one word ‘we’ made Nikolas cringe. Looking down from the hand on his up
to the handsome face that, if he didn’t know better smiled mischievously, eyes
heavy lidded with guy-liner and with those long black lashes that every woman
would be envious of, remained focused squarely on Stevie.
“Yes, we. What
didn’t you understand, dip-shit?”
Stevie gasped in
outrage “What would he want with an Emo freak?”
“More than he
would with a drama Queen!” Kyler smirked. He’d win this little match against
this insufferable diva.
When he looked
over his shoulder, Nikolas wasn’t the least bit surprised to see the contempt
in Stevie’s eyes as he was not paying attention to him per say, but summing up Kyler
instead. Kyler didn’t seem amused by this abrupt interruption either, but he
was enjoying the whose dick was bigger contest.
Stevie narrowed
his eyes dramatically and said in a loud screech. “Oh no you didn’t, you little
bitch!”
Kyler spat.
“You’re nothing but a skanky little biatch…Let’s get one thing clear…HE doesn’t
need you since WE are taking the room.”
Their eyes were
shooting daggers at each other and Nikolas started getting uncomfortably caught
in the crossfire of this pissing contest. This was going to turn really bad and
ugly. Nothing good could come of this.
Stevie looked at
Nikolas expectantly. “You can’t talk to me that way. Can he, Master Nikolas
cause…”
“I can because out
of us two at least I know how to apply eye makeup” Kyler cut into the rest of
what Stevie wanted to say, abruptly.
“That’s enough!” Nikolas
intervened. “Do I have to put you both in a corner?” His voice vibrated his
strength and power, halting all commotion, all demonstrations, and all
conversation. Even the music was lowered in volume.
“Stevie, not
another word out of you is that clear?” Snippets of hushed conversation around
them drowned out his thoughts. His eyebrows knit together in an intimidating
furrow making no attempt to look charming as Nikolas made his own personal
assessment of the situation. “Same goes to you, Kyler.”
“But, he started
it,” Kyler said as Nikolas continued to scowl.
“Kyler!” One
eyebrow raised, Nikolas gave the man a censured, stern look from his vibrant
green eyes.
Kyler’s eyes
remained on Nikolas's face for a moment, and then they moved slowly down over
his body and back again. "Ok, Master Nikolas, but as long we’re…you're
here, as long as you remain here, you're the only one I want. Please."
Determined brown eyes locked with green ones with a mixture of uncertainty and
what looked like hope.
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