But his successes recently had left him feeling a little cocky, and this little girl was prime pickings.She hadn't heard him, still walking with that ...easy gaited stride, her legs bare in the cool air, tennis shoes on her feet. Her dark cape of hair danced around her, the dim light of the widely spaced street lights catching and drawing out touches of gold that caught his eyes. Her ass was a sweet offering, rounded, taut, her buttocks moving seductively under that short skirt.One step behind. ” “What will happen now?” “Oh I’ll have to go back and face the music. My father, the King, he will be mad.” Tom raised his eyebrows at the word King, further impressing upon him the rarity of his position. “I don’t know what to say Zofie. I mean - royal affairs, it’s not my area.” “It’s okay Tom, it’s sweet of you to be concerned. It’s my problem, I’ll have to deal with it.” “Will the hotel be discrete? Can you trust them?” “I think so. Although it might have already crossed Papa’s mind where. "Well, that was surprisingly honest!" Brittany replied, still as chipper as before. "I do enjoy people who arn't afraid to speak their mind. Well when I first saw you," she turned to Justin, "I thought you were the kind of person who is easily irritated with people. Not just stupid strangers, but peers that most would assume to be your friends. And you, Shelby, are the exact opposite, finding the good in everyone, right?" Justin smiled at her accuracy."Well now! Is this English, or Psych. ”She turned to leave, but he grabbed her arm. “Naw, I said get in here, bitch!” Then he yanked her into his living room, her robe coming open as she spun about. She heard the front door slam and the deadbolt lock as Carl strode toward her.“Carl, no--”Smack! He backhanded her, and she fell to her knees, her face nearly hitting the coffee table. She could see several bottles of liquor on it, mostly empty, and the remainder of a line of white powder on a mirror, which explained Carl’s lack of.