Kings of Kink: A Why Choose Standalone Novel by N.O. One

Author:N.O. One [One, N.O.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: anonymous
Published: 2023-05-24T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty

Tyler

The Chef: We’re ready for you.

“‘Bout fucking time.” Raising a brow at Enzo’s grumbled words, I slide my phone into the inside pocket of my jacket and down the last drops of my top shelf bourbon before turning to fully face the man.

“You know, you’re like an addict when it comes to Lina.” I watch as his eyes become slits, the creases multiplying at the corners, and wait for him to snark something back to me.

“Right, because you’re immune to her?” He has a point but I can’t say it’s exactly the same thing. Our addictions are equally potent but for different reasons and in different ways.

“I’m more of an alcoholic for her, if you will.” It’s his turn to raise a brow as he reaches into the back pocket of his jeans and takes out his wallet.

“You’re a pretentious little fuck, aren’t you? Is this your way of pulling rank on me?” I’m taken aback by his off-the-cuff remark and, for a moment, it distracts me from the original conversation.

“What the hell does that mean? What rank am I pulling?” We’re in two different worlds, two distinctly different areas of expertise. I buy companies and turn them over for profit while Enzo is the reason the Mancinis are safe. He’s been Marco’s detail and right-hand man for decades.

“Forget it, Lina’s waiting.” Fuck this, I’m not going into this thing if there’s even the tiniest resentment happening between the men in her life.

Placing my hand on his shoulder, I squeeze to get his attention, the muscles beneath my fingers flexing and stiffening like he’s two seconds away from knocking me out cold. Which he could, by the way. His right hook is legendary, or so Marco tells me.

“Answer me.” Without conscious thought, I realize I’ve used my dominant voice, which is usually reserved for Lina, but this feels important. It feels right. In fact, his muscles relent under my touch. Not completely but enough for me to notice it.

“Rich educated guy versus the charity case. Madelina is my crack while she’s your, what? Chardonnay?” He rolls his eyes at me and my inner Dom wants to slam his face against the bar and hold him there until he apologizes. I realize this is not the ideal place to be having a conversation that—clearly—has years-long baggage to it, but I’m not stepping a foot into Lina’s dressing room until we’ve got our shit together.

So I do what I do best. Stepping up to him, our chests inches apart, my lips close enough to his ear that he can hear my words as clear as fucking crystal.

“I was thinking more like a deep, ruby, Bordeaux aged to perfection. So potent that when you bring the cork to your nose, you can taste the red velvet on your tongue. When you swallow the first drops you can feel that tiny burn in your chest like a beacon of pleasure.” When I pull back, Enzo’s eyes are dilated, his breathing heavy and his mind clearly on a long-legged beauty whose pussy should be choking our cocks right about now.

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