The Colorless King || Stephen James

21 ~ Adapting.

Adapting.

A R A B E L L A

-saturday, 4:23 am-

After me and Jaxon 'spoke', we kept our distance for the rest of the flight. Did I mention that we just landed? We spent the entire day yesterday and last night flying, which I didn't think was possible. Though, we did have a few stops to get some... baggage.

Jaxon, nor any of his men, would tell me what was in the crates. After Jaxon told me his long lost secret, I pretty much avoided everyone. I locked myself into one of the rooms (yes, on the jet, weird right?) and ignored anyone who tried to talk to me. Including Blake, Max, Abasi, and Jaxon.

What was I about to say? Oh hey I forgive you for keeping your entire lifestyle a secret from me while I practically fell in love with your best friend. Yeah, right.

Instead, I decided it would be a better decision to get drunk off my ass. Drinking every alcoholic beverage available in the room, it almost reminded me of those little compartments filled with whiskey and wine on a limo.

Finishing my umpth drink of the night, I eventually passed out. I woke up a few moments ago, and you can imagine the horrific headache that accompanies the hangover I gave myself. I sit up, groaning slightly. I take a quick glance around the room, seeing dozens of glasses and different bottles of different types of alcohol. God I hope I don't get alcohol poisoning. This can't be good for my liver.

Swinging my legs to the side of the bed, I steady my head before standing slowly. I feel like I'm still drunk. Moving like a sloth, I make my way to the shower that is attached to my bedroom. I yawn before a rush of nausea overcomes me and I nosedive for the toilet. Vague memories from yesterday flood my head. I had thrown up when Jaxon told me that he was... in the Mafia. Well, at least he isn't a murderer. Oh wait, he is.

I wipe my face bitterly with the back of my hand, flushing the toilet and ignoring whoever is calling my name from the door of my room. I kick the bathroom door shut with my foot for good measure, drowning out the sound of liars.

I rinse my mouth and brush my teeth, finding a brand new toothbrush and bottle of toothpaste in the space behind the mirror. Once I am finished with that, I strip down to my clothes and turn on the shower.

Not even five minutes after I step into the shower, Jaxon slips in, making me scream. I quickly cover myself as much as I can, crossing my legs and using one of my arms to hold back my breasts. This isn't the first time he has seen me naked, not even the second, but after knowing that he lied to me this entire time, I feel like he is a completely different person.

His eyes darken, stirring some heat down there. I mentally curse my body for reacting that way to him. I harden my eyes, glaring at him.

"Get out!" I bark, using one of my hands to point toward the shower curtain, before bringing it back to cover my body.

He stalks toward me, and before I know it he has me pinned against the wall. My breathing is heavy, and I gulp, trying to get a hold of myself. Slowly, he takes my wrists and pins them above my head with one of his hands. I struggle a little, whining in a bratty manner. He uses his free hand to spank my ass, making me yelp in pain.

"Little girl," he growls, "should I remind you of who your daddy is?"

I don't respond, hating myself for how turned on I am. Do I have no self control? Jesus I am acting more horny than a nun for god's sake. Literally.

"Answer me." He repeats, his voice darker yet louder, more stern. A shiver runs down my spine as he raises his hand to wrap around my throat. I accidentally let out a moan, and he smirks a little.