Ruthless King

“Yeah. She winked at me and said have fun and not to, uh, strain myself.” Jose looked uneasy. “Boss, she said that she wants Jilly to have a good time but that her incantation might have worked too well as she didn’t intend for Jilly to have multiple hunks. That if Jilly said enough was enough, we’re to stop immediately. And she won’t hesitate to chop off my willy if I hurt her.” Jose reached down to cup himself. “I fully believed her too.”

“What the hell?” Regent reached into the bag and drew out the largest bottle of lube he’d ever seen.

“Well, that’s a big bottle,” Gerald said.

Regent flicked a glance up at the older man, but he looked as unflappable as ever.

Then, he drew out three boxes of condoms.

“Well. That explains the need for the lube,” Gerald said.

Regent just shook his head and stuffed everything back in the bag. “Just get rid of this.”

“Boss, it’s supposed to go to Jilly,” Jose said.

“No, Jilly isn’t well enough for this.”

“Hmm, she might want them when she is well enough, though,” Gerald mused.

“No, she won’t!” Regent snapped. Then he ran his hand over his face. Exhaustion tugged at him. “Just put it somewhere. I don’t have time to worry about orgies and neighbors and giant bottles of lube.”

“Yes,” Gerald said. “We can worry about those things another day.”

Dear Lord.

25

Jilly slumped back in the bath.

She’d told him to leave. Damn, she was an idiot.

Sure, it was for the best. But now she felt unbearably sad.

Lonely.

She was just so damn lonely. Sure, she had some good friends. But it wasn’t the same as having someone to come home to every day. To hug. To give a shit about how she was. Someone who cared if she had food in the house, if she was getting enough sleep, to scold her for taking the bus late at night.

All things Regent had done.

Out of obligation.

Jilly wanted someone who loved her. Was that too much to ask for?

The bath was growing cold and the towel she’d wrapped around her wet hair was heavy.

Get up and dressed. Maybe you’ll be well enough to make tonight’s shift.

Climbing from the bath, she had to sit down on its lip suddenly as a wave of dizziness washed through her.

Shoot.

Okay, maybe she wasn’t up for a shift tonight.

Santé was going to be furious. Grabbing her phone, which she’d brought in with her, she sent him a quick text.

Then she saw she had some other messages from Mrs. Y, Sasha, Scott, and Dan.

Dan:Who are all the badass hotties hanging out around your house? If you’ve decided to hold an orgy without inviting me, you’re in such trouble. Don’t tell Scott I said that.