Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(38)

“Wait…” Mark spoke frantically.

“What exactly happened?” I knew I had to step in and defend Noelle because she would get her ass chewed as soon as we got home, and if I could save her some face then I would.

“Basically Sasha Master’s is a bitch, and Royal is a bad influence, and did you know it’s against the law to stick up for yourself?” I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was mesmerized by her attitude. The scratch on her face made my cock hard. It was going to take a lot to keep me from taking her now.

Like a lot of cold showers and no time spent alone in her bedroom with her. I wasn’t sure I would be able to touch her again without taking it too far. She was under my skin, in my head, and now wrapped around my heart.

Mark looked at her with disbelief. “I know, Daddy dearest, it’s hard to believe I’m such a bad influence isn’t it?” I snickered. His attention shifted to me as soon as he realized the words came from my mouth. There was a vein in his forehead about to bulge out of his head. I loved pissing him off. It was starting to be the cherry on top of my day.

“I can understand why you want Royal to leave. Disrespect is all he seems to know.” He spoke like he knew me. I shoved the chair back with a force that caused it to scrape across the floor. I got up in his face, well because I could. No one got to talk about me as if they knew me, especially this f*cking man. The man who neglected me for years and then decided he wanted to help my mom with the problem known as myself.

“Really!?” My nostrils flared.

“Really,” he answered. “We both know authority isn’t your thing. Now my next question is what were you doing with Sasha anyway?” The look in his eyes challenged me to lie to him.

“Fucking her of course… Isn’t that what you do with a nice piece of ass?” He pushed too many f*cking buttons, too fast. I needed to shift him back into his place.

“See…” Asshat interrupted with his lips pursed, as if to say, I told you so. I knew I was making myself look worse, but I didn’t care. This was what I was good at. Causing problems for myself.

“Royal!” Mark growled at me, his face mere inches away from mine. We were the same height and just about the same weight, with me begin just a little big bigger. I could take him. I would bring his old ass down.

“Yes, Daddy…” I purred at him in annoyance, hoping he was getting just as mad as I was. The man needed to step the f*ck off.

“I’m sorry you have had to deal with my disrespectful son” Mark said to Asshat, his eyes shifting to him.

A snort of laughter bubbled out of Noelle, which forced all the attention back on her and away from me. The tension eased out of me, and I shoved away from Mark and back into my seat next to her. I wasn’t so sure what was funny, but when her eyes sparkled with amusement everything else seemed to fade away.

My mind clicked straight to sex. Fuck me sideways, I wanted this girl.

God how I wanted to take that bottom lip of hers in between my teeth and suck on it, bite it, and mark it as my own.

Asshat cleared his throat, “Thank you, Mr. Black, I’m sure you understand the things I am dealing with then, and as I was saying they seem to be taking nothing I say seriously. I highly believe a four-day weekend would do them good…” Asshat paused as if he was thinking. “From this point on they’re both suspended for two days!”

Mark exhaled in anger, his eyes shifting to me and Noelle.

“Did Royal do anything else?” Mark questioned.

“Excuse me.” Noelle broke in before either of them could answer. “This has nothing to do with him…” She pointed at me. “It has everything to do with that bitch, Sasha. Royal didn’t force me to say something to her, or force her stupid note down her throat. She had all that coming without any of his help. If anything all Royal did was attempt to break up the fight.” Was she seriously sticking up for me?

My heartbeat soared. No one stuck up for me.

Mark seemed to be thinking, as if something Noelle said clicked inside that brain of his. “Are you sure it was just Noelle and Royal? From the way they make it seem there was a lot more going on?” Mark asked, his words still laced in anger.

Asshat wasn’t ready to get into the grit of what happened, so he waved it away with his hands like a magician doing a magic trick. As if it was really that easy to forget shit. It was so much easier for him to tell the parents that they were raising shitty kids and they needed more discipline. Right, and they wondered why bullies got away with everything. Sticking up to them did you no good when all the backlash came back on you.

“I want them out of my office and out of my school until they decide they want to respect me and what I have to say,” Asshat huffed as if he had been called out.

I couldn’t help myself; I guess I was a glutton for punishment. “Letting Sasha call Noelle a whore was disrespectful. Treating Noelle like she was the one that antagonized it all when she was nothing but the victim is plain disrespect. I’m sorry if you have things twisted, or maybe Sasha just has her claws dug too deep into your skin, but it was her that started this… Not Noelle, not me. Sasha.” My words were brass. I had nothing else to say to Asshat. Noelle and I didn’t need to prove that we were in the right. We just needed to walk the f*ck out of this school and move on from it all. Tomorrow was a new day, and I had a bottle of alcohol that needed to be drank.