A GOLDEN EMPIRE

CHAPTER FOUR

"DID THIS BITCH JUST SAY NO?" Avalon is beyond pissed off. "Get the fuck off of him or so help me god I will throw you in that fucking pool."

The girl stubbornly sits there with her arms crossed.

Kingsley growls in utter irritation. "Oh my fucking god. Avalon, please pull her off of me. I can't feel my damn back."

Avalon pulls the girl off of him and pushes her into the pool. She wipes the excess water off of her BALMAIN velvet trimmed frayed metallic tweed mini dress and looks over at a scowling Kingsley, who's climbing off of the massage table with his phone in hand and wincing with every move he makes.

"Av, that girl is so done for. I'm going to sue her for everything she has... which doesn't look like much." Kingsley says with a snarl.

Avalon walks him back to his penthouse suite. "Go shower and get ready. You can check out and we'll go get drinks... somewhere else."

They enter the room where he goes straight to the bathroom. "Thank god you showed up because I would've pushed her in the pool my damn self."

"Why didn't you?"

"I didn't have time to react. And anyway I don't put my hands on a woman unless I'm balls deep inside, fucking her into the mattress."

Avalon shakes her head in disgust. Honestly, she expected that from him. He's a freak in the bedroom. "You're pussy whipped."

"I believe I am. Anyway, where we going for drinks?"

They're incoming juniors in high school... yet indulge in underage things they've been told not to indulge in. Well, they clearly don't give a fuck. If there's alcohol in the vicinity, then hell, it's alcohol they'll drink.

"The WESTIN BONAVENTURE. They have better... everything that this hotel doesn't."

"Yeah like a competent board of staff."

Avalon snorts and glances around the room. "And better rooms. How the hell did you end up here of all the goddamn hotels in Los Angeles?" There are sometimes where she can't help but question Kingsley's actions. He tends to do a lot of stupid shit, but at the same time, they all do.

"My father." A simple answer.

He was forced to attend an incredibly boring business meeting with his father AARON HAWTHORNE, chief executive officer of HAWTHORNE GLOBAL, a media compound comprised of multiple sectors. When it comes to meetings, the elder Hawthorne is unbearable. If you don't do what's expected of you, you might as well pack up because you will be humiliated, stripped of your title, and the worst of all- FIRED. Consider yourself banned and blacklisted because you won't be getting another job when he's done trashing your reputation. Same goes with SCARLETT, his mother. She's cutthroat and batshit insane, but we won't talk about that.

Avalon understands because her father, ERIC HARRISON is the exact same way. He's the head of HARRISON INC, a law conglomerate. There have been times where he's trashed some of his employees, not at the office. They would get humiliated at press conferences. Avalon's mother, REGINA, would try to stop him but Avalon usually stops her, wanting to prevent any further drama.

"That explains it. Why can't we have parents like Aurora's or Justin's... or hell, like Autumn's? I understand wanting your successful business to run smoothly and wanting your employees to be competent but is it necessary to be a condescending asshole every day? I'm not comprehending." She wonders thoughtfully.

Kingsley emerges from the bedroom entirely with his LOUIS VUITTON duffle bag. He's fully dressed in a $3,000 CHRISTIAN DIOR Navy Blue Virgin Wool Two Button suit with a pair of CHRISTIAN LOUBOUTIN Men's Salva Notte Patent Leather Red Sole Strass Loafers. "He lashed out at a client today over wanting a new contract written up. At one point he got up and I swear I saw a fist fly. I had to look away. It's a damn good thing that my mother wasn't there. Lord, the shitshow that would've been. Anyway, lets talk about something else. Talking about parents makes my skin crawl."

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THE HOLLINGSWORTH ESTATE
5 PM

AURORA IS SPRAWLED ACROSS JUSTIN'S LAP as they watch DYNASTY on Netflix. To be completely honest here, there's not much watching going on here. She's too busy reveling in his touch as he runs his big warm hands across her back. When he gets to a sensitive part, she moans breathlessly, which causes something feral within his body. He can feel his dick waking up again. (sir, you need to go the fuck back to sleep. dial it down please.)

Every nerve in Justin's body lights on fire and he grits his teeth at how hard it is for him right now to not just press Aurora into the bed and have her scream for mercy. Have her chant his name as the bed moves back and forth, have her cry until her voice is hoarse and she can only hold on for dear life while he takes all of her over and over.

Frankly, she needs to stop moaning before he does just that.

She catches him adjusting his pants and sits up, moving closer to him. "Need some help with that?" She ponders with a playful look on her face.

"I'm trying to refrain from pinning you into this bed and making you cum multiple times."

She's looking at him with lust written all over her face. He levels her with an equally lust-filled stare. Can y'all just declare your love for each other,  become a couple, and fuck already? The tension is insufferable. I mean damn.

Their little moment gets interrupted by a shrill ringing- Justin's phone. He rolls his eyes, already knowing who's calling without having to look at the caller identification. Aurora attempts to move away but doesn't get far due to Justin wrapping an arm around her waist and pulling her back on his lap.

Walter knocks on the door and then enters the room. He knowingly smiles when he notices the position she's in. "Miss Aurora, one of the servants was in the middle of tidying up in the kitchen when she noticed your phone on the floor. It's been ringing incessantly."

She has a feeling as to who's been calling so she does what she honestly should've done a hot minute (read: MONTHS) ago and blocks his fucking number. "Thank you, Walter."

"Happy to serve you. Which reminds me, the main reason I came up here. The kitchen staff is currently preparing dinner for you and Mr. Winchester."

She's not particular about food as long as it tastes good. Speaking of tasting good...wait... Aurora, stop it. Yeah, no, she's shameless when Justin is around and girl, she wants to taste him. Okay, back to the point here. Bitch, stop getting distracted. She'll eat anything... but she's in the mood for her favorite meal.

"Your favorite, a creamy pesto penne pasta with succulent shrimp, filet mignon, and a platter of lobster tails with garlic butter."

Aurora throws her head back in delight. She could moan right now but she'll hold off on that considering Walter is still in her room. "Ugh, that sounds incredible. I'm so ready for it. If that's dinner, then what's for dessert?"

"Cinnamon crumble apple pie and butter pecan ice cream."

Her stomach growls. "Okay. Thank you, Walter. We'll see you soon."

The elder smiles and leaves the room closing the door behind him. Justin has now gotten off the phone and is nibbling on Aurora's ear, caressing her thighs. Hand traipsing dangerously towards that area he wants to bury his nether region in.

"We're having dinner soon."

Still nibbling, his hands move to her waist. "Can I eat you instead?"

She turns red as a tomato.

Oh shit.