Reese Price

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"Miss. Price, is it true Mr. Baxston proposed? Are you guys getting married?" A female reporter screams. I keep my head down and walk in the direction my guards take me.

"Is the Price Empire signing a deal with Tesla?"

"Everleigh Rivers released a public apology yesterday, do you have any comments on that?"

"Move," Maxis, or Max is what I usually call him, my main bodyguard pushes through the paparazzi as they bombard me with more questions. Huddled under his large frame, I feel safe and fix the sunglasses on my eyes as we near our car.

"Is it true what Everleigh said?"

"What happened between the two of you?"

"It's been seven years and there hasn't been a single statement about the incident that occurred. Why is that?"

"Miss Price, the public wants answers!"

We finally reach our car and Max opens the door allowing me to climb in. He closes the door behind me and I watch as he walks over to take the driver's seat fighting through the mob of people as the rest of the guards take the car behind us.

I keep my sunglasses on and pull out my phone taking a large breath. The sound of the crowd is louder when Max opens the door, but is muffled when he closes it again and starts the car. Camera's continue to flash around us as they try getting pictures of us inside and I can't help but clench my jaw at such invasion.

"Are you okay?" Max questions looking back at me with concern. I nod displaying a small smile and he bobs his head understanding. People continue banging on the car door and taking pictures as he drives foward forcing them apart for a path out.

All this isn't new to me, but it's usually not this bad. It's been seven years since everything happened with Everleigh. She was sentenced to only two years and was released early on parole, but it's now, after seven years, that she made the decision to issue a public apology to me and my family for her actions.

I haven't read her apology yet, mostly because I woke up and have been stuck in meetings all day. I knew what had happened though because I've been getting messages and calls about it all day. I just chose to ignore them.

I was at my publishing house, which is still under construction, when the paparazzi was somehow notified and they decided to implode on any privacy I had. Not like I have much in the first place.

"Max, do you know if King is done with his meeting yet?" I question taking my glasses off and look at him through the rearview mirror.

Max is my main bodyguard and I've known him for six years now. We're more like friends and I rant to him about everything, but I think that's just a bonus. He tells people I'm a pain in the ass, which I can be, but we all know he loves me like he would his own daughter.

He towers over me at over six feet, much like the rest of the men in my life, but his bigger built and resting mean mug makes him even more intimidating. He served as a Navy SEAL officer for about ten years and then retired to become a bodyguard instead. I love his stories and unique perspective on life as being a black man in America and serving in the Navy, so hiring him when I first started out in the business with my brothers, was one of the greatest decisions I made.

"Last time I talked to Victor, he said King has meetings all day," he shares as his eyes spare me a glance through the rearview mirror.

"Mmh," I reply as I look down at my phone. My acrylic nails click on the screen as I open King's calendar only to find that Max is correct.

I open my own calendar and I'm surprised to find it all empty. I swear I remember having more meetings today. My phone starts ringing and I read Gigi, my assistant's name, before answering it.

"Hello?"

"Ma'am, there's a bunch of media outlets outside the office building, Grayson advised me to tell you to take the rest of the day off," she says, her voice cautious of my reaction. Her words help me connect the dots and I sigh heavily.

"I'll come through the back, get the guard to open up the gates," I state. "And call a family meeting on my behalf, Raven and King included."

"Okay, ma'am," she replies diligently and I end the call.

"Back entrance?" Max questions and I nod as he looks at me through the rear-view mirror. "You know Grayson is right."

"You heard?" I question.

"Your phone's pretty loud," he admits and I nod agreeing. I look out the window hopelessly waiting for the ride to be over and not wanting to talk about it. Luckily he understands and doesn't push it further.

When we drive past the office, I can see barricades and police officers trying to block off the media so that other employees can still pass by. As a female employee tries to get by, the media tries questioning her but the officers rush to her aid and help her through.

"It's a fucking shit show," I word.

"It is," Max agrees as he takes a turn to get to the back of the building. There's no one around and the guards open the doors immediately recognizing the company license plate.

Once he parks the car, I hop out and head towards the elevators. The button scans my thumb before the elevators open and I get in. Max follows pursuit and catches up to me just before the elevator doors close.

Our family got a private elevator installed, mostly my idea, because I realized that if we had to stop every ten seconds, it would turn a two-minute ride into a ten-minute ride. All our personal offices are on the top floor and it just looks bad being late, so this elevator was installed for family members or specific people like our assistants or bodyguards that need to get to us fast. That's why it scans our finger prints and doesn't allow access to any outsiders.

"Really woman?"

"I'm telling you, you need to do more cardio Max," I tease, holding back a smile as he catches his breath.

"It's been six years and I still haven't," he says clearing his throat and finally steadying his breathing.

"Well, if you had, the six years could have gone by easier," I state, shaking my head.

"Easy, and you? Who are you trying to fool?" Max jokes and we both start laughing.

Once we're on the top floor, I get out and Max heads back down since I don't need a bodyguard looking after me in my own office. He usually just lurks around the building and eats while I do my own thing.

My heels click loudly against the marble flooring as I walk down the hall towards the boardroom. I can see my family members through the glass doors already seated waiting for my arrival. I adjust my white blazer over my black lace bodysuit and white high-waisted pants before opening the door and catching everyone's attention.

"I'm assuming this is about Everleigh," Grayson speaks first as I walk to the end of the table; the seat is always occupied by whoever calls the family meeting. Most of the time it's Grayson, but since I called the meeting today, the seat belongs to me.

I turn around and take a seat on the leather chair looking at my family: Grayson is sitting to my right with Jaxson and Raven while Aaron is sitting to my left with Landon and Roman.

Grayson has matured a lot in seven years and is growing quite a few white hairs. He keeps it like that because he likes how it looks and I guess it kind of adds more dimension to his face with his blue eyes. However, he does get some botox done so that he can prevent wrinkles and it has paid off because his skin looks as healthy as it always has. He also kind of needed the botox because life hasn't been the easiest in the past seven years and I'm sure if it wasn't for cosmetic alterations, he would look much older than the big thirty-three he is this year.

"King's in the middle of a meeting and you know how important it is so I told Gigi to not call him," Grayson explains, his eyes meeting mine. My forehead creases in confusion as I try to think what was so important about this particular meeting. I scoot closer to the glass table, my elbows propped as I rest my chin on my hands staring at their faces to find an answer.

"Did you forget?" Roman questions, his thick brows furrowing.

"Forget what?" I ask.

"The meeting is for his dad's company, they've been working on it for months," he says and it takes me a few seconds to put it all together. When I do, my jaw drops open and I can feel the colour vanishing from my face.

"That was today?" I ask and everyone bobs their heads. "That's why he left so early and hasn't texted me all day?"

"Probably," Raven shrugs. She's wearing an all-black business suit with a black lace top just like mine. Her black hair is half up, pinned behind and the bottom half is curled loosely. She's wearing the tiniest amount of makeup and honestly, she doesn't even need it because even after two kids, she looks as vibrant as ever, maybe even more.

Jaxson and Raven have two boys named Starling Price who is four-years-old this year and Ark Price who is two-years-old. Jaxson actually proposed to Raven when they were twenty-three and planned to get married before they had kids, but then they conceived Starling and they had to rearrange everything.

Raven was in the last year of her law degree so it was pretty stressful, but she managed to walk across the stage carrying a watermelon-sized baby inside of her. She was actually thirty-nine weeks at the time and could have given birth on stage but that didn't stop her. I think the fright of walking across stage actually induced her labour. In less than three days later, and forty hours of horrid labour pains, she gave birth.

Since they already started having kids, they decided to plan a second one and they're saying they're not going to have more until after the wedding which is planned for the fall of this year.

"How'd you even forget?" Roman snickers, unable to hide his amusement as he leans back in his chair. His elbow rests on the armrest, creasing his expensive royal blue suit as he pinches his jaw holding his head up. I swear I could smack the smug look off his face right now.

Roman had the hardest time moving on from what had happened to me and how I had become. It had changed him too. He laughed less and became more serious. We hardly recognized him but he was still present and there were times where he was like the old Roman too so we let him process it the way he needed to.

He met Aida Rossi at university who is actually four years older than him. She took a year off university and to his luck, he met her when she was in her last year because she was about to go back to Italy right after. When he met Aida, he says they clicked instantly.

Obviously, Grayson and Aaron along with the rest of us, were concerned that maybe he was getting groomed or manipulated in some way, but those concerns subsided when King confirmed he knew Aida through mutual friends at university. No one, including King, had anything bad to say about her so it definitely made us more open to the situation.

I met Aida first and I fell in love with her instantly too. I realized Roman was attracted to her maturity because Roman himself had matured quite rapidly because of what had happened.

They're not engaged or married, but they talk about it all the time. He visits her in Italy and she comes here at least a few times a year and they've managed to keep a long-distance relationship for the past four years.

Roman also played two seasons in the NFL with the LA Rams when he turned twenty where he gained a really big name and following from. While he was a exceptional player, he quit because he wanted to focus on the business and the risk of obtaining a long-term injury wasn't that appealing to him either.  NFL rules state that a player must be three years out of high school before they can be drafted, but they ended up making an exception for him only the basis of his skills but the media will say otherwise.

"It's been a stressful day," Aaron says to console me. "Don't make it harder," he scolds Roman as I take a deep breath.

"My bad," Roman puts his hands up in defence and for some reason, my anger subsides. It's not Roman's fault my past is being brought up so I shouldn't be taking it out on him either.

I turn my gaze towards Aaron, who has aged just as finely as Grayson looking more handsome as the years pass. That and Aaron has been happily married for the past five years to Soraya Price, a Persian professor he met on a business trip in New York. They have no kids, but it's a mutual decision because they're both happy with it being just the two of them and all of us, of course. They didn't date for long and got married quite fast because they were both ready to take that step especially with some of Soraya's religious beliefs that reinforced their choice to get married sooner rather than later.

"Did you see the apology?" Landon questions changing the subject. His lean figure sits up as he angles his chair slightly to face me; his fingers twirling a pen as he waits for an answer.

Landon has been the least involved with the business since he plays for The Los Angeles Galaxy, the LA soccer team. He's been playing since his second year of university and hopes to play for a couple more years, but since he graduated with a double major in Business and Kinesiology, just like Jaxson, he's been able to be more of an active participant in the business.

Other than that, he spends most of his time co-parenting with Esme Carter, a French woman he had a one-night stand with during an afterparty. The funniest part was that Esme is actually a lesbian and is now happily married to another woman. Both Landon and Esme are good at co-parenting and didn't have to go to court to sort out any arrangements.

They have a son named Onyx Price who turns four this year. Since everyone is usually busy during the week, the kids all stay with the nannies: Winfred, Irene and or Harriet.

Onyx gets to spend the weekends with us or whenever we have holidays. Esme is from town so she doesn't mind if we ever wanna drop by and see Onyx whenever her and Linda have him. They visit us all the time too because we all get along so well. Esme and her wife, Linda are actually really great people so I'm glad Landon made this mistake — if you can even call it that since we all love Onyx, Esme and Linda — with Esme.

"No," I share. "Do I even need to?"

"Riya said she tried calling you this morning," Raven says. Riya is a member of our board of directors and also our publicist who handles most of our media relations along with the rest of her team.

"I saw. I missed her call and then got too busy to call her back," I explain leaning back in my chair and cross my right leg over my left.

"Here," Aaron says bringing out his phone and connecting it to the projector. Everyone faces the screen on the right side of the room and we take a minute to read the apology statement. In a gist, she apologized for her part in what had been done and is seeking a legal pardon so that she can move out of the country and start a new life elsewhere.

"Did she try to reach out privately?" Grayson questions as he turns back around and everyone does the same to discuss the matter.

"Not that I'm aware of," I say. Everyone else has a similar response.

"So is everyone thinking what I'm thinking?" Roman questions looking around.

"What are you thinking?" Raven questions.

"It's disingenuous. She just wants her record to be clean," he states.

"Yeah, she needs your consent because if she takes it to court without your support, her case will likely be denied," Aaron adds.

"It's just a publicity stunt to force you to be sympathetic. Did you see the emotional spin she put around it to make it seem like she was the victim?" Jaxson scoffs as he gets up and walks over to the mini-fridge to grab a water bottle.

Jaxson has been really happy with Raven and his two boys. I've actually never seen him happier. He also opened up his own gym which he runs on the side along with running the company. He's been doing really well and he's looking to open up more locations.

"You look bad if you respond declining her request and you look bad with no statement at all. This was her way of forcing you to do what she needs. If she really cared, she would have reached out personally," Grayson concludes.

"Is there any legal ramifications?" I ask Raven, who now works as the lead legal representative for The Price Empire and is also a part of the board of directors.

"Since you were a minor at the time, your name wasn't made public and the case was never confirmed. Her apology exposed your identity as the victim without your permission and that's against the law so we can sue. We can easily prove that this has a negative impact on your mental health and career," Raven dumbs it down so it's easier for all of us to understand. This is why hiring Raven as our lead legal representative was also one of the greatest decisions we made as the owners of the company.

Since our family owns The Price Empire or legally, Price Corporations, Grayson, as the CEO, owns majority of the shares capping at twenty-five percent while Aaron has ten percent. The rest of the siblings own five percent of the shares and Grayson decided to give Raven the same five percent since she is family and a part of the board as well.

In total, including the seven members of our family, we have thirteen members on our board. As a family, we own majority of the shares at sixty percent. Twenty-five percent of the shares are owned privately through companies while fifteen percent are shared publicly.

"Can't we just deny the accusations or apology then? I'm not obligated to expose my identity and if the media wants to drag this further, let them," I suggest.

"No statement?" Aaron questions.

"Yeah, no statement," I confirm.

"The directors are going to want an explanation," Grayson says.

"They'll get what the rest of the public gets, this was a private matter of my past and I don't owe anyone an explanation. I'm also legally protected," I say looking at Raven who nods to confirm my statement.

"Does King know about this?" Grayson questions.

"Probably not, but I'm sure he'll support my decision," I share.

"Is this is your final decision?" Grayson asks.

"Yes," I nod. I look around at everyone meeting their eyes so that they can see how sure I am.

"I'll talk to Riya then and we'll just let this pass with time?" The last bit is more like a question from Raven and I nod confirming she got it right.

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After the meeting, everyone decided it was best if I take the day off. There wasn't much I could do especially if people were going to bring up my past the whole time. To be honest, I did feel quite overwhelmed because of it.

It took about a year for the courts to process the case and after it ended, I vowed to never look back again. I ended up transferring to Weston High, King's old school. It was hard fitting in at first, but it got easier once everyone realized I wasn't a snobby rich bitch.

I spent most of my time and energy on school and my relationship with King. After I graduated, I went to UCLA and did a double major in Business and Creative Writing because I really enjoyed reading. Dyslexia made the whole process harder, but obtaining the degree has really improved my reading, writing and speaking skills so I hardly ever stutter now.

Roman and I started working with the company during senior year but didn't make our roles official until later on. We officially joined the board of directors when we were in our second year of university. For the first time ever, our whole family was a part of the corporation our parents had built. We became a publicly-traded company three years ago and ever since then, every single one of us has been busting our asses to make our company one of the best in the world.

Our vision to modernize the world in all aspects of technology and communications is becoming more real as time passes. We've diversified our portfolio from just focusing on new inventions to social media, music streaming, publishing and fostering partnerships with large companies. 

Today, our company's net worth is around six hundred billion dollars making it the second most successful company in the world after Tesla.

"Hi," I hear King's husky voice as the bed sinks around me. His hot breath fans my neck as he gently pushes my hair to the side and starts kissing my neck ever so softly. I smile dropping my head and close the book I was reading.

I turn around on my back, pushing the book aside, and stare at his beautiful face. This man has only gotten hotter as he ages. It's been about a year and he's kept a thick beard which ages him a bit but makes him much hotter in my opinion. His eyes, a blend of greys, dilate as they meet mine and his lips form a smile as I cup his face.

The silver chain around his neck sparkles and I can see it peeking through the collar of his shirt trying to escape.

"Hi," I smile as I arch my neck kissing him. His thick beard tickles my face, a sensation I feel like I'll never be used to, and I smile like a maniac when we part.

"I missed you," he mumbles as he kisses down my jaw and I lay my head back to give him more access. I close my robe not trying to give him a peek just yet.

"How... was... the... mm.. meeting?" I question knowing the answer is important.

"Great... they accepted his deal," he says and my eyes widen as I gasp. King stops what he's doing and brings his head over mine as he stares at me with concern.

"What?" He asks and I lean up on my elbows as he climbs off me adjusting his black suit and loosening his tie.

"He got the deal!" I yell excited and it takes a second for King to process it, but he starts laughing once he does.

"Yes, he did," he smiles and I hug him with my chin resting on the top of his head. His arms wrap around my torso as he smiles.

"He must be so happy!" I say parting from him. I crisscross on the bed as he sits on the edge, legs hanging over.

"He is and it's relieving because he would never take my help," King shares.

After everything that happened, King and I managed to work through it. I went to all his matches even though I hated watching him get hurt. At a point, we both had to sit down and ask each other if being together was hurting us more than being apart was since he didn't like I was in pain because of him.

We both don't believe in breaks, so we decided that we'd suck it up and that Naz would, hopefully, soon let King go. Apparently, God was on our side because not long after, Naz was killed in a targeted shooting outside of Target. Ironic, I know. I sound like a fucking sadist, but Naz's death brought more peace and happiness than I had felt in a while.

King was free. While he was finishing up his degree, Grayson offered him a position in the company but he declined saying he wanted to pursue his own thing. King ended up taking a loan  — he called it a loan, Grayson said it didn't have to be paid back at all — to start up his own construction company. With civil engineering under his belt, all he needed was to start the foundations by hiring people and  getting contracts. While his focus was on civil engineering, he also took courses for building engineering so his company specializes in both.

Grayson, Aaron and Jaxson along with Raven happily helped with the process and today, he has a well-known and successful construction company named Onai Constructions after his adopted father's name. Since his company is private, the annual income isn't public, but since I'm his girlfriend, I get all the inside scoop.

So today, after three years, I can proudly say that King is a twenty-five-year-old, self-made millionaire and CEO of his own company that is worth at least five hundred million dollars. He ended up paying off the "loan" within the first two years and so it further proves his hard work and dedication.

Ever since King has been successful, he's been trying to get his family to move into a safer neighbourhood, but they kept denying his request. King moved in with me a couple of years ago and ever since, he's been worried about his family's wellbeing and constantly visits them to make sure they're okay.

We even asked them to move in with us, but they politely declined that offer too. That being said, our house is actually full now since King, Raven and Soraya moved in. I mean they share a room with their significant others, but with the three little rascals: Starling, Ark and Onyx having their own rooms, we don't have as many guest rooms left so we're constructing a larger house in Malibu that should be finished later next year. King's company is actually responsible for the construction of the house along with the construction of King and I's publishing house. His company even built Jaxson's gym.

But back to King. It was hard for him to convince Chaquille to go for this deal, but once he agreed, King had been working nonstop to make sure it went through. The fact that it went through today, makes me so happy since King will be more at ease now.

I look at him smiling, but it falls when I notice him looking down at his lap, his energy feeling a little heavy. I grab his hand from his lap and he looks at me.

"What's wrong?" I question, even though I can guess what it is.

"You didn't call or text me all day especially after what Everleigh did," he words, his eyes examining me carefully. "I just found out on my way home."

I groan taking my hand out of his as I climb off the bed. I take the book I was reading and put it down on the table as I open the window to let some fresh air in.

I stand there for a seconds, staring out at the backyard as the lamp posts light it up. The pool dances along with the wind as hues reflect on the furniture. The cold air seeps through the sheer fabric of my robe and I close it, crossing my arms over my chest to keep some of the warmth in.

I haven't really thought about what Everleigh did. I've been avoiding it, but I know it's not gonna do me any good. I went to therapy and still occasionally go when work becomes a little too overwhelming. Instead of ignoring this, I think about what my therapist would want me to do and I know she'd want me to face what I feel.

The thing is, I don't care about what Everleigh had to say. Her apology was shitty as fuck so let's just start from there. Besides being poorly written, it contained no sincerity. She wasn't sorry for her actions. She was sorry that they weren't able to finish the job.

And for that, I could not care. I would actually like to thank them for not finishing the job because if they had, I wouldn't have been as happy as I am today next to the man I truly love and with a family who'd go to hell and back for me. Not to mention the stupid little rascals who fry my brain with their non-stop questions, but nonetheless, are a blessing and joy to be around. Starling, Ark and Onyx are literally my life and I would have never met them if they had finished the job.

So the question is: am I okay?

The answer is: I've never been better.

"Fuck Everleigh," I say turning around. I watch as King raises an eyebrow, a smirk stretching on his face knowing well that he expected this.

"So you're okay?" he asks, carefully to make sure.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" I laugh as I walk over to him and sit on his legs, straddling him. "The publishing house is almost complete."

"Yeah it should be done in a couple months," he says. He looks so fine with the beard and his suit, it's like wanting to rip the presents open on Christmas morning. There's no method, no care as long as I get what's inside especially when I know it's exactly what I want.

"I'm excited," I hum before locking our lips. His sweet taste makes me moan and he bites my bottom lip teasing me. In response, I grind my hips slowly as my hand runs through his thick, black hair. It was cleanly set back, but I'm gonna make sure that it doesn't stay like that any longer.

"I hate you," he says when our lips part. My eyebrows furrow and I come to a stop feeling his hard dick pressing my wetness. My arms resting on his shoulders, I grip his hair tightly and tug his head back as I stare at him, examining the cocky expression on his face. I keep a hard expression on my face, demanding a further explanation. "You didn't call me all day," he says trying to suppress his amusement. He loves getting me riled up for no reason, really.

"Well, that's a shame," I state as I climb off him, closing the robe so he can't see the lingerie I wore specially for him.

"Why is that?" He questions, his arms on either side of him as he slightly leans back. I watch as his eyes devour my body and I feel myself getting wetter as he licks his lips. His eyes turn darker with lust and it takes every ounce of strength in my body to hold myself back from jumping his bones.

Fuck.

Why did I get up again?

"Because I don't fuck people who hate me," I say and turn around to leave. I can't even take a step before King wraps his arm around my neck pulling my back onto his front. I can feel his hard cöck rubbing against my ass and I remain still knowing my limits.

His lips close to my ear, he says "We can change that."

Before I can say anything, King spins me around and our lips aggressively lock. His hands push the robe off my shoulders, letting it fall on the ground. He parts to take a good look at me.

"Fuck," he breathes as I bite my bottom lip. I'm wearing an all-black lingerie set from Victoria's Secret. King loves it when I dress up for him and I knew we both needed a treat tonight so his reaction is exactly what I hoped for.

Even after so many years, this man turns me on like the first time we fucked.

"You are so sexy," he huskily speaks and before he can say anything else, I wrap my arms around him and we kiss. His hands roam around my back, down to my ass as he squeezes it. I sequel as I suck in a deep breath between our kisses. He walks us to the bed and lays me down on my back. I moan as he kisses down my jaw, my hands grabbing at the sheets to anchor my senses.

"King," I moan as he grabs my tits under my bra. He chuckles slightly as he looks up and I get mad when I notice he's still clothed. "Take it off," I instruct as I start pulling his tie. He takes over and takes it off for me along with his jacket and shirt.

"Mm," I moan licking my lips as I stare at his abs. King and I have been keeping up with our fitness a lot lately. It's made me more confident too since my ass is much fatter than it was. We've also been fucking for so long that we're comfortable with one another. It never gets boring though because we like to spice things up by trying different things whenever we can between the two of us.

His dark eyes glisten with mischief quickly as he bends down, gradually like a predator to his prey as he gets back to work and we start kissing again. Our tongues fight for dominance trying to explore each other's mouth. When I don't give up, he grabs my jaw and looks at me, both of us breathing heavily. The hard look plastered on his face tells me not to test his patience and it only makes me want him more.

"I'm in control, understood?" He instructs and I bite my bottom lip holding myself from moaning. Fuck, he is so hot.

Outside of bed, I'm not submissive so the transition of power takes a while for me to get used to, but it's something King loves so sometimes I keep up the act just for fun. I nod and he smirks in response. "Good girl," he says before locking our lips. I let him take control and moan as his tongue explores the inside of my mouth.

He lets go of my jaw and his hands travel down to my panties, ripping them off without a warning. I shriek, but it's muffled when he covers my mouth with his hand. He stares at me angrily but satisfied by my reaction unable to hold his smile back.

What a fucking sadist.

"Shh," he warns and I nod as he slowly lifts his hand from my mouth. I watch as he unzips his pants and lets his bulge out. "Hands and knees," he orders and I follow turning around. His large hands yank me closer to the edge and I scream, giggling right after.

"Ow!" I yell when he spanks me. He grabs my hair and pulls my head and I bite down on my bottom lip so I don't scream this time.

"You love this shit, don't you?" He teases as his other hand rubs my clit and I whimper as my whole body shakes under his touch. I'm dripping wet, my body and mind begging for him.

"King, please," I beg as I shudder. "Fuck," my eyes roll back slightly as I feel my core tightening.

"Please what?"

"Please, I need you," I repeat.

"Louder," he says inserting two fingers inside me and I collapse down on my elbows. He's larger than the two fingers so they don't suffice. Not when I know what else he has to offer, but fuck I'm still losing my sanity.

"Fuck," I moan as my toes curl and I feel the blood rushing to my core.

"King, please fuck me," I beg.

"Beg for it, Reese," he instructs. I clench my jaw and grab the sheets tighter. My back arches and my head tilts back as I cry under his assault. "Reese," he slows down a bit letting me catch my breath.

"F-fuck me, King. Please fuck me," I'm finally able to string the words together.

His fingers escape my insides and I frown breathing heavily, but before I can fully catch my breath, I feel his length pushing my insides apart and I gasp feeling the familiar pleasure.

"Oh! fuck!"

"Fuck," he groans as he spanks me again. He fucks me hard, just how I like it. Our bare skin slapping against each other every time he thrusts forward. The incoherent sounds of our moans and need to be closer with each thrust, echos throughout the room.

"Harder, King," I moan and he chuckles, but nonetheless, obeys. He grabs my hair and pulls it as I scream louder, my insides tightening around his pulsating dick as I near my orgasm. My hair sticks to the sweat on my face and my legs shake.

He leans forward, his chest pressed against my back as his hand curls around my neck obstructing my breath. "Fuck, baby you feel so good," he breathes into my ear before he nibbles on it. Goosebumps rise on my body as my eyes roll back and I come undone around him.

"King- AH!" I scream and he lets go of my neck allowing me to breathe as he quickens his thrusts once again mercilessly. My head on the sheets, my mind blurs with the euphoric release.

My juices spilling down my leg, I can feel the sheets getting wet as King continues.

"King," I breathe. "Fuck," I breathe heavily and he slows down before backing out, leaving the space between my legs. Before my mind can comprehend it, King's large hands grab legs and he flips me around onto my back and I gasp. In one move, he pulls me near the edge and slides into me.

"Fuck!" I yell so loud that he slaps his hand on my mouth. His eyes full of concern as he spots the water in my eyes, he slowly removes his hand.

"Are you okay?" He questions towering over me. I must look like a fucking mess, but this man could still stand there and tell me I'm the most beautiful woman he has ever seen.

People might say he's lying, but I know he isn't. He is just in love with me as I am with him if not more.

"Mm-hm," I mumble and can't help but smile at his concern. We've fucked harder, dirtier and nastier before but he will always ask if I'm okay when things are getting a little too intense. I wonder when he'll realize that no matter what he does, as long as he loves me, he'll never be able to hurt me.

"That's my girl," he smirks before leaning down. His warm lips suck on my neck as he begins his slow thrusts again. My hands claw at his back as he incoherently moans in my ear and his hands play with my nipples sending electricity throughout my body. He straightens up and fastens his thrusts, his jaw clenching as the pressure builds up. He holds my legs up as he watches me from above and bites my leg teasingly and I moan from all stimulation.

"Fuck, baby," he moans as he drops my legs and starts kissing my chest. I moan as he nibbles and bites down on my tender skin. My toes curling as I feel myself nearing the euphoric release once again. The bed already wet from juices keeps getting wetter.

"I-I'm... fuck," I breathe feeling myself right on the edge. Let this man wash away all of my efforts in overcoming Dyslexia only to bring it back within minutes.

"Cum with me," King instructs as he fastens his pace. A few seconds later, my eyes roll back as my insides come undone. I turn to squirm away, my walls trying to push him out but he holds me in place and I scream, moaning his name so loud I'm sure I'm traumatizing the kids in the house.

"King! Fuck!" I yell, crying as my eyes roll back and my mind reaches a level so high even strongest drugs in the world couldn't mimic.

When I feel him release inside me, I gasp even louder causing King to clasp his hand over my mouth. Tears blur my vision as my body spasms, blinded by the insane orgasm.

"Fuck," I choke as King breathes heavily, his head in the crook of my neck. He turns his head, breathing heavily as he smiles. I smile back as we both start laughing. He lands a soft kiss on my temple as tears slide down the corner of my eyes and he wipes them away using his thumb.

He stands up, slowly removing himself from inside me and my thighs clench feeling hollow as I shudder again feeling the cold air rushing in from the window.

I watch as he goes to the bathroom to clean himself off and I follow pursuit turning on the shower. I let the water get warm, nearing hot, temperature before I step inside and let the water soothe my skin.

King joins me under the water, his hands on my shoulder trace down my arms before he curls them around me and rests his head on my shoulder. My back pressed to his front, I smile with my eyes closed taking a deep breath.

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you," I whisper back, smiling.

A/N:

WHOA. IS IT HOT IN HERE
OR IS IT JUST ME?

REESE IS BACK MOTHERFUCKERS AND NO ONE AND I MEAN NO ONE IS READY!

I know you guys probably have a few questions, but this is just the introduction and there's a few more details that are going to be revealed in the following chapter to explain some more past details!

Any predictions?
What did you expect/didn't expect?
What are you most excited about?
What are some questions you have?

Also so many spicy scenes to cum!😉
Yeah... i hate myself for that one too😭

New chapters are coming in December (maybe earlier if I'm feeling nice, but we'll see!)

As you must have noticed I like diversity. I, myself, am a person of colour and so I'm trying to make sure that my books from now on include characters other than just caucasians. I'm still learning and implementing this slowly as it takes time to do research on different cultures and make sure that I am representing everyone correctly. If I make mistakes, which I will since I am human, I would appreciate being corrected and to be taught what is the right thing to do so I'm thanking you guys in advance for your support and understanding.

⚠️THE FOLLOWING CONTAINS SENSITIVE SUBJECT MATTER RELATING TO INDIGENOUS PEOPLE.

Recently, remains of 215 Indigenous children were found at a residential school site in British Columbia, Canada and this is disgusting, but it is the reality of Canada's past. This is not to say that Indigenous people today don't face any challenges because they still do. Some reserves in Canada, even today, have no clean drinking water.

https://www.google.ca/amp/s/www.bbc.com/news/world-us-canada-57291530.amp

https://www.ictinc.ca/blog/8-key-issues-for-indigenous-peoples-in-canada

https://www.statcan.gc.ca/eng/subjects-start/indigenous_peoples

As people, it is our duty to educate ourselves and learn how we can help others. Since I am not an expert on this issue or personally a member of the community, I have linked an article from The United Nations that highlights historical facts of the Indigenous communities around the world that can give you a better understanding of the issues that Indigenous people face and why. Please share what you learn and talk about these issues because spreading awareness and accepting that there is an issue, is the first step to helping those who have suffered, heal.

If you are a member of the Indigenous community and reading this right now, I would like you to know that I am with you and I hope that one day you are able to heal.

Please feel free to share your stories and share any other articles you'd like.

https://www.un.org/development/desa/indigenouspeoples/about-us.html