MEDICINE

Everest Jensen was nobody's bitch.

But I was Elio Bianchi's bitch. And I hated how this bastard made me feel like less of a man under his gaze and when he was in me. Someone like me was lesser than Elio anyway, as far as status goes. He never let power or status get in the way of us, but he did have a way of reminding me I was nothing without him. 

We had this thing where we wouldn't get involved in each other's lives. I do me. He does him. I fuck who I want. He fucks who he wants.

Two things about Elio Bianchi. One doesn't like for people to play in his face and two, he doesn't just let anyone sit at his table until he can benefit from them in more ways than one. 

And the one thing I did was play in his face.

Now I'm pinned in the corner of a dirty-ass club restroom wall that probably had shit smeared on it and Elio in my face with his hand around my throat.

He's so close I can feel his angry heart beating against my chest. His lips are so close to me that I feel his breath against my skin.

"I thought we had an agreement, Mr. Jensen?" Elio's voice is low.

"We do," I said. "I fuck who I want. And you do the same."

His hand tightens around my throat. "But you dare do it in front of my face?"

I rolled my eyes laughing. "Is that a problem?"

Elio chuckles, his fingers digging into the side of my throat. "No, it's not a problem."

"Then let me go."

He moves in even closer, pressing soft kisses along my jawline. I felt his hard dick against me. My breath caught in my throat when he softly bit my earlobe. I push my body against him, a moan slips past my lips.

Another thing I hated was that Elio made my body react in this kind of way.

I hate him.

I hate him.

I fucking hate him.

"I think I want to change the agreement, Mr. Jensen."

"What for?" 

He doesn't answer right away. He kisses me. Greedy, and slightly possessive, with his tongue down my throat. I could taste the whiskey he had earlier. Not the cheap shit, but that real expensive shit that comes from overseas.

Elio pulled away just enough to have me begging for his tongue again. The added pressure of him squeezing my throat more made me want to cum in my jeans.

"Mmm, to keep you. To have you all to myself. So you will not fuck who you want anymore."

I lift my brow. "And if I don't agree?" 

"You will if I tell you to." His eyes get darker.

And it was like I was some weak-ass punk with Elio. If he told me to get on my knees right now and suck his dick, I would with no backtalk. I can say a million times I hated this man, but somewhere in the haze of lust and greed, I wanted every inch of him.

I couldn't let him have power over me. No, it's not supposed to be this way. Everest Jensen was for the streets literally not for some six-foot-something giant with an Italian accent. 

"You act like you own me."

"But I do. The moment you laid in my bed, you became mine."

"You drugged me!"

I don't even remember everything from that night a few months ago. Elio gave me a drink and afterward, the room started to spin and my limbs were heavy. The following morning, I woke up with an aggressive headache and cum leaking out my ass.

Elio chuckles. "So?"

I hit his hand away from me and pushed off the hall to walk away, but Elio roughly grabbed me, slamming me against the wall. Now he's pissed. I should be the one vividly angry. Bastard.

We don't say anything for a second. Then another second. The club music seemed to get louder; leaking through the thin restroom walls, I could make out every word to Megan Thee Stallion's song: HISS.

Elio looks at his hand gripping my arm and loosens up. His face softens some and he says something under his breath in his mother tongue.

"Sorry," he said. 

What could he be sorry for? Drugging me? Or slamming me against the wall? Or was it both?

I'm not a forgiving person, so he can kiss my black ass. The loud banging on the restroom door makes me jump. A male on the other side was shouting for whoever was in here to unlock the door. Elio lets me go, taking a step back and running his hand through his dark hair while speaking.

"I have a job for you early in the morning. You are to make a pickup at the border," he said. "Some of my men will follow you. Just to keep an eye out in case things go wrong."

Before Elio lives, he gives me a long, slow kiss with his hand on the back of my neck, lightly massaging me. It's strange how I felt something else in his kiss. Saying I love you without even saying the word.

Elio pulls away, pressing the pad of his thumb to my bottom lip. "That's my boy, Everest)."