The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Kings breathing is hard and fast and his grip on my waist only seemed to tighten further as he stared down at me with his green narrowed, glaring eyes.

I cursed myself for the thousandth time this minute, why would I leave that damn door open when I knew he would jump in his car and drive down here, regardless if I ran or walked here— trying to get away from him, he would still get here sooner or later, whether I liked it or not.

That, however, did not mean I would suddenly back down and go into submission like I had been doing with him.

“Get your hands off me,” I mutter, reaching down to grab and push them off me. I really should learn though, that he is faster and stronger than me because within seconds, both my hands are latched in his one hand and slapped against the wall. “Finley, will not be happy about this, let me go!” I warn, sending a deadly glare back up at him.

He sighs, heavily. “Am—”

“Don't.” I warn and tell myself to keep my cold, harden demeanor. “Don't start something you don't want.”

King snickers and shakes his head, his lips tilt upwards and his eyes slowly rake my body. “I don't know why you would think that, love, but of course I want you. I'd be mad not to want you.” He states, smiling proudly for his confession and pressing his body more into me.

I roll my eyes and shake my head no, even though my heart is beating so fast that I can hear it in my ear drums.

“I'm not having sex with you, King.” I state.

I silently watch in with slight anticipation and excitement as his green electric orbs of beauty darken at my words— at one word to be specific and I expect him to release me and leave. But always, always expect the unexpected, especially with him— always with him.

My body is lifted off the ground and thrown across his shoulder, he completely ignores me pounding on his back.

He chuckles and soon a loud smack against my ass is heard, to shut me and my wiggling around up— I suppose but still, I don't stop the whimper that leaves my mouth.

“Where the fuck is the backroom in this place?” He mutters under his breath and this time I'm the one chuckling.

Until I hear him muse a nevermind and I obviously ignore it, my eyes are focused on his back, noticing his tattoos as the black shirt hitches upwards to expose his inked skin and when my eyes trail further down, I go red faced.

“Sophia, I can feel you looking at my ass right now.” King jokes but he doesn't know how true that statement is because I am, indeed staring at his backside while silently asking god why he blessed this man's body so much?

I notice the flooring change and I smile to myself, we are back out front but soon my smile slips off when he places me back down, in front of a chair where he takes a seat and eyes me up and down, teasingly and tauntly— but still oh so sexy with his smirk and dark eyes.

His fingers gestures for me to step closer to him and I do, “Over my knee, amante.” He commands, patting his lap.

My eyes widen and I gulp, furiously shaking my head from left to right. “N— no. I will not get over your fucking knee!” I hiss, glaring at him and ignoring the butterflies in my stomach and the sudden heat inside the cafe.

He raises an eyebrow, “No?”

“No.”

“Would you rather me spank you as punishment now or not make you cum later tonight? You pick.”

I gasp and stare at him, wide eyed and curious, what does he even think of himself, giving me options like that? As if I would allow him to touch me again. I— I hate him. My eyes narrow at him and I cross my arms, showing him that I refuse to budge from my previous statement.

Shockingly he nods his head, looking unphased and unbothered about my obvious disobedience.

“There's this girl— Brittany?” His eyebrows frown, almost as if his deep in thought. “Ah yes, that's it.” He nods, looking at me with a smirk plastered on his perfect pink lips. “She would be more than happy to get— ”

Brittany Viegas.

I know, actually everyone knows, who she is.

She is our towns personal little slut, she's beautiful and she has the perfect body so it's no wonder or surprise why she could have a man hooked with one look.

I remember snapping at her the day before King arrived here, I was at the supermarket and she decided to get snappy with me and I didn't like it, as if she was the boss of me because she was rich and had daddys money to spend, that did not give her the right to rule everyone else.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, Brittany? Or is that only reserved for when you have something in your mouth?”

She never tried speaking to me since and for that I was grateful. I see her cross the street or run away from me somedays when I'm close by but really I have bigger problems to focus on then her and her silly pride.

“Then go,” I snap, cutting him off.

King smirks, obviously, his gotten the reaction that he wanted and again, he gestures to his lap and I shake my head no, wanting to disobey him just a little more.

Once again he nods and gets off his seat. “Alright then, go and get that cake so we can leave.” He says.

Something inside me cracks, hoping and praying that he doesn't actually spend the night with that. . . that bitch, but with me instead. I want him to say something, anything, but he doesn't try to do or say anything.

This time, I nod my head and turn around, ready to rush towards the fridge and control my feelings for the tattooed man but his voice stops me and I freeze in my tracks before slowly turning back around to watch him.

“I had work to finish in Greece, amante.” He starts. “I would have been here sooner but I had to finish that important business and now that its over, I'm here. I came to see you but you obviously don't want to see me, and maybe you're angry because I'm late, or you're upset thinking that I don't care for you— I don't know what it could be. But—” He stops and runs his fingers through his thick hair.

His eyes connect with mine and my breathing hitches at the strong emotions that dance in those beautiful green orbs, and I find my own eyes turn glassy with tears.

“I spoke of truth. I don't chase people but for you, I'd run the world. I do truly love you.” He confesses.

My eyes close and the pain of rejection I thought I felt days ago, subsides, all I feel is love— I feel loved and wanted and needed by a man that I love and want and need. I swear, I couldn't be happier right now.

“Now.”

The word slowly leaves my lips.

Percy shakes his head and gestures for me to get the dessert before walking out the door, leaving me confused.