Read Killer Queens for Free Online Page B

furiously. ‘
Honestly,
Hugo, you’re so bloody insensitive! I’m being stalked by paps all day and all night shouting horrible things at me, you barely danced with me all evening –
Toby
danced with me more than you,
and
he said nicer things to me as well! – and I offer to suck you off even though I’m knackered, because I love doing it and I can tell you’re absolutely gagging for it, and then you go and make me feel that I’m just one in a long line of your girls! God, I could scream!’
    Poor Hugo, blindsided by this sudden stream of consciousness, stared at her, his rose-pink lips flapping goldfish-like without making a sound.
    ‘I’m going home,’ she declared. ‘I don’t care how late it is. I just want to cry and be alone – maybe they’re
right
to call me Lonely Chlo! It’s
just
how I feel at the moment!’
    Too much?
she wondered frantically as she turned away and strode across the room.
    But behind her she heard Hugo tumbling off the sofa and staggering towards her, hopping along as he struggled to pull up his jeans.
    ‘Chloe, wait! Don’t go! Darling, don’t be like this! What’s wrong?’
    ‘I just
told
you what was wrong!’ she wailed. ‘You made me feel like—’
    ‘You’re
not
one in a long line! Not at all!’
    Hugo had caught up with her. She thought of something else her mum had said: clever women run away and let men catch them. He grabbed her shoulder with the one hand he had free; the other was bunched around his jeans, his engorged cock still bobbing in the air.
    ‘I love you!’ he shouted. ‘You’re the only one for me, the only one ever! You’re the
last
one in line! I mean—’
    He caught himself, desperately searching for better words, but Chloe was already reacting in a way he hadn’t expected; she threw himself against him, kissing him so passionately that both his hands rose to tangle in her hair and kiss her back.
    ‘You mean it?’ she was saying between kisses. ‘You really mean it? You want me to marry you? I’m the only one ever? Really, you want me to
marry
you?’
    The rest of Hugo’s body briefly imitated his cock and went stiff as a pole. This was it, the moment of truth. Now or never. Shit or get off the pot, as Lauren had said pithily to Chloe just a few days ago. He pulled back, looked down at Chloe’s tearful face, opened his mouth and said, simply: ‘Yes.’
    It wasn’t the most romantic proposal in the world, but Chloe was light years past caring about how it had happened; all that mattered was that it
had
. Hugo loved her, and she loved him, and she was the right girl for him. Even Toby had told her that. And now she was no longer, would never again be Lonely Chlo.
    Bliss flooded through her. Still kissing her brand-new fiancé, she backed him up until his thighs hit an armchair, and then she pushed him down to sit. The banana on the coffee table wasn’t as cold as he’d like it, but sod that, his cock must be so desperate by now that it’d be past caring about anything but getting off.
    ‘Oh
yes
!’ Hugo repeated, now on a groan of infinite relief as Chloe took a bite of banana, chewed it up and sank her mouth over the bulging head of his cock. Hot wet mouth, cold squishy banana. He was, to his great surprise, in heaven, and not just because he was finally getting his cock sucked. He had finally committed, finally done what he knew he had been putting off longer than he should. Chloe had been The One for years, the one he would get around to proposing to one day. The girl who had fallen for him without knowing who he was, who had looked up at him, outside that coffee shop, with that particular dancing brightness in her eyes. Not Prince Hugo, second in line to the throne. Just him.
    It was just that, before he’d done it, proposing had seemed so . . . final. Prison doors closing behind the growing boy, like a poem they’d made him learn at school. As if all the fun would be over, and now they’d have to be seriously married people.