American had no idea what was about to happen to her. John always got what he wanted and Gillian was going to be no exception. He couldn't help the smile that lingered on his own face at the thought of having access to the American woman again. Since his best mate was going to be so insistent on having his kitten, Patrick could enjoy her as well without any type of commitment on his part. Maybe then, he and John could finally get Gillian out of his system once she was back in London. At least, they would have fun trying.
Chapter 7
Gillian pulled off her black rimmed glasses and rubbed her tired eyes before picking up the bottle of beer on the table in front of her. Realizing that she had reached the bottom of her drink, she made her way into the kitchen to grab another. After walking back into the living room, she popped off the top and took another drink before staring at the paperwork that sat on the coffee table. She was working on some mandatory stuff for her hospital employment and also making herself some dinner. The truth of the matter was Gillian was trying to do anything to get her mind off John Kenric, but she was failing miserably. She was already on her third beer and could not seem to do anything but sit and watch the Brit and his brother on the television. Clearly, the media loved them.
Letting out a long sigh, she walked over to the piano that sat in the foyer. Her well-manicured fingers grazed the black and white keys as her mind immediately went to the night of the party when John had eaten her pussy on the piano. Her clit began to instantly throb, and she squeezed her legs together at the sensation. Gillian was used to going without sex for long periods of time, but since meeting John, she found herself masturbating every chance she got. Even now, she fought the urge to slide her hand into her black, lace boy shorts as the image of John's face buried between her legs played out before her. Disgusted with herself, Gillian slammed the lid of the piano and took a long drink of her beer. She had to get her shit together and get over John Kenric! The man was moving on with his life, and if she was being honest with herself, John had made his intentions clear with her. He had wanted to have sex, and Gillian had happily and willingly obliged him. Leave it to her to develop feelings for a man she could never have.
The kitchen timer interrupted Gillian's thoughts. Walking into the kitchen, she removed the bread from the oven and finished preparing her spaghetti sauce. Gillian had asked Brigitte and the rest of the staff to retire early so she could have some time to herself. The staff had initially refused, but Gillian had insisted. As far as she knew, she was the only person on the first floor of the large chateau and she hated to admit it, but she felt even more alone. She was so tired of running away from Galen and his father. Just once, she would like to buy her own house, settle down, and maybe even start a family. Gillian couldn't understand it, but her time with John and Patrick had felt almost normal. For the first time in her life, she had felt wanted, even if it was just sexually. Gillian rolled her eyes at her own absurdity. Of course, she would feel a sense of normalcy with the king of the underworld. How screwed up was she?
Just as she began to look for a plate, she stopped her own actions when she heard what sounded like the front door opening. Thinking that it was Brigitte checking on her, Gillian quickly made her way into the living room area and immediately froze when she saw John Kenric standing there. The breath caught in her throat and her heart began to pound in her chest as her eyes feasted on the Brit. He was dressed simply in a white t-shirt, jeans, and black boots. On his ebony hair, he wore a black skull cap and looked as though he had not shaved since she'd left the manor. Gillian felt her vaginal walls weeping and her clit throbbing painfully as his dark, molasses eyes roamed over her scantily clad body. Damn, if he didn't look even more