How dare he say Midas’ name like he knew him. Nobody knew Midas like I did, and nobody ever will.
“Get the fuck away from me. LEAVE! I don’t ever want to see your face again,” I screamed.
“Sorry to disappoint you, Sweetheart, but you’ll be seeing a lot of me. I’m not going anywhere. I’m gonna go grab my bike and escort your ass home, and after that, you’ll be holed up at the clubhouse until this shit with Diego gets figured out.”
Like hell I will.
I waited for him to walk off, before hopping into my car. The second I turned my ignition; my foot was on the gas and I was peeling down the road at insane speeds. I turned on the dirt road, my head lights illuminating his back. He jumped out of the way just before I would’ve hit him. He landed on the ground, my wheels kicking dirt and gravel all over him like angry shrapnel.
Eat my dust, motherfucker! Nobody turns Faith Malone down and gets away with it!
If Specter wouldn’t fuck me like I wanted, I knew one man that would, and he’d be fucking happy to see me, too. Diego didn’t give a shit who I pictured when we fucked, as long as I didn’t voice it out loud. No more allowing a stranger to distract me. I had a mission to do, and I wasn’t going to allow anyone to stop me. I looked in my rear-view mirror and saw Specter running after me. I was off the road and on the highway before he had a chance to grab his bike. The second I hit that paved road; I was gone. I swear I drove over a hundred the whole way back to Diego’s club. The entire time I was crying or hitting my steering wheel in a fit of rage, trying to block out Midas’ face that kept infiltrating my thoughts. Every once in a while, his face would merge with Specter’s and I swear it was almost like they were the same person.
I pulled into the back of Diego’s club, something I normally didn’t do, and marched straight to the member standing guard at the back of the entrance.
“Whores use the front door,” he growled.
“I’m nobody’s whore. I’m Diego’s Old Lady and you better let me in.” I looked at his patch; it said prospect. He must be new.
“Diego’s Old Lady is already here.”
I practically spit out the word, “What?” as anger rustled my backbone. I swear if he’s referring to Angelique, shit’s going to get ugly.
“Like I said, whore’s use the front door.” He shooed me away with his hand, forcing me to walk around the building. Fucking prospects, they always think they know everything. Specter thinks he knows me, well I’ll show him exactly who I am. I’m Fe, and Fe is fucking raging pissed.
I walked up to Rodrigo and didn’t even wait for him to let me in. I unhooked the bouncer rope and marched right past him, sticking my hand in his face when he tried to stop me. I didn’t give a fuck who Diego had up there right now, I didn’t work five years to become Diego’s Old Lady just to have some club whore move in when I wasn’t looking.
The club was jumping tonight. Bodies of drunken sluts gyrated against the pelvises of horny, looking for pussy, assholes that were either high as fuck or drunker than a skunk. I weeded my way through the crowd and walked straight to the VIP section. Diego was standing against his door making out with some chick I’d never seen before. I don’t know what made me angrier, the fact that I couldn’t immediately get up there and fuck him like I wanted to or that another girl was trying to take the crown I fought so hard to get.
“Diego? What the fuck?”
Diego looked down at me and smiled. “Fe, what are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here tonight.”
“I’m here almost every night.”
Diego pushed away from the girl and walked over to the balcony. I practically had to scream to get him to hear me over the music.
“You should go home, Fe.” He had a weird look on his face, almost like he was worried or something. “You’re safer there.”
“Safer? What the hell are you talking about? I came here to get fucked, and you’re up there with your tongue down some club chasers throat? How the hell am I supposed to be your Old Lady, if you’re always fucking other women?”
“I’m the Prez, Bonita, I do what the hell I want when I want, ya get me?”
“Fine! If you won’t fuck me, I’ll find someone that will.”
Diego’s brow arched, but I didn’t give him a chance to respond, instead I marched out onto the dance floor and grabbed the first hot guy that I could find.
“Fucking dance with me,” I ordered.
The guy looked down at the girl he was currently grinding against and shrugged his shoulders. “Another time?”
The girl flipped her hair in my face and stomped off, but I didn’t give a shit. I was going to teach Diego a lesson—I was going to teach them all a lesson.
My dance partner was a tall drink of water, with a muscular oiled chest that peeked out of his black, silk dress shirt. He had on black slacks, silver rings, and a few silver chains—one was a cross. His black hair was slicked back, and he had a thin mustache and a little soul patch goatee on his chin. He had that typical Hispanic look, but he was a pretty boy, something that Diego lacked. Diego was easy on the eyes, but he looked tough and ready for battle. This guy looked like his mommy paid for everything.
“What’s your name?” my dance partner questioned, when I threw my arms around his neck and hiked my leg up his pants until my pussy was even with his semi-hard dick.
“Fe,” I shouted over the music.
He started grinding into me, and I moved against him, meeting his erotic dance moves thrust for thrust. If I didn’t have my clothes on people would say we were fucking on the dance floor.
I maneuvered my dance partner so I could see the balcony. Diego was standing there watching me. He looked livid.
“I’m Alejandro, your dancing is nice.”
Alejandro must be new to the club because he had no idea who I was. If he did, his hand wouldn’t have started climbing my thigh and disappearing between my legs. The second his thumb hit the lips of my pussy, he grinned.
“No underwear? I like it.” His thumb moved inside of me and he started playing with my clit. The sensation made my eyes close.
Yes, this is exactly what I needed right now.
Alejandro’s lips found mine, and as he stuck a few of his fingers into my slit, I started moaning against his mouth.
“Someone’s horny,” he whispered.
I bucked into his hand, searching for that release I didn’t get earlier from Specter. I didn’t care who was watching, right now the only thing that was important was getting rid of this emotion inside of me.
His fingers moved faster, and I started to moan even louder, he bit my neck and started to suck my skin between his teeth.
“Shall we take this somewhere else?” Alejandro whispered, my body close to release.
“Yes!” I hissed. “Take me anywhere else but here.”
I felt his smile against my neck, but before he had a chance to cart me off wherever he was planning, someone grabbed me by the hair and ripped me backward.
It was Diego, and he was fucking pissed.
I smiled evilly as Diego’s eyes drilled through me. “What the fuck was that?”
“Hey, buddy, she’s with me,” Alejandro challenged.