“That’s what an asshole can do,” I tell her, releasing her from my grip.
She turns to glare at me, and I can’t stop my cock from throbbing. The need to shove her to her knees and feed her my dick runs rampant through my veins. She’s incredible. Exquisite in the tiny lingerie hugging every fucking curve of her beautiful body.
“Do you realize Eric is here too? If he saw you tonight…” I don’t have to finish the sentence. She knows this could ensure she gets fired from Four Father’s. Her job is on the line because she wants men to look at her.
“I…I didn’t think about it.”
“No, you didn’t fucking think.” My words are harsh, and I immediately want to take them back at her wince.
A knock on the door interrupts us. “Are you okay in there, Kismet?” It’s the old lady from the reception area. I snap my gaze to Kristyn and pin her with a glare, telling her to get rid of the woman.
“I’ll be out in a minute,” she calls to her boss.
“All right, hurry. The clients would like to get started.”
Once we’re alone, I grip her arm and tug her against me. I don’t know why, but the need to hold her makes me do stupid shit. “You’ll go out there, tell her you’re not feeling well, and go home.”
“I can’t—”
“That’s a fucking order from your boss. Do it,” I command in a no-nonsense tone. She peeks up at me with those big blue eyes, and I almost lose it. I reign in the desire to fuck her right here on the spot, holding onto it until I get her alone—until I have hours to show her how much of an asshole I can really be.
“Fine. But you’re paying me the money I would’ve earned tonight.” She crosses her arms in front of her chest, which doesn’t help the fact that I want my dick between those luscious tits while her tongue laps at the arousal on the crown.
“I’ll pay you that and more. Just get your ass out of here,” I hiss, my frustration blooming into a darkened hurricane that wants to tear this little girl apart. She peeks up at me with a fragility that tugs at my chest. Her curvaceous frame in next to nothing is what wet dreams are made of—especially mine.
She stalks by me, her hips swaying hypnotically. I know she’s doing it on purpose, trying to bait me to devour her, and I will certainly do that. Now that I’ve had a taste, I want more. The click of the door alerts me that I’m alone. Sighing, I glance in the mirror.
Breathing through the range of emotions, I wait until my hard-on is gone before I head out to the main area of the club. I find Sanders and his business associate at the bar, along with Pearson, their drinks already ordered.
“You ready? Thought you got lost.” Eric glares at me, curiosity in his blue eyes.
Shrugging, I reach for my Scotch, down it in one gulp, and order another. “I’m fine,” I murmur before glancing at him. “Let’s get this show on the road.”
“That, my dear boy, sounds like a splendid idea,” Sanders chuckles, and we follow him into the private room he requested.
As soon as we’re settled on the plush velvet sofas, the hostess strolls in. “Gentlemen, I’m sorry to say Kismet isn’t feeling well this evening, but I have two lovely ladies to keep you entertained.”
My heart kicks in my chest at the mention of her stage name. Eric’s gaze burns into the side of my face. Leaning in, he whispers, “Does Kismet being ill have something to do with you, Kingston?” The amusement in his tone has me overly aware that he must’ve seen me with her earlier.
Thankfully, she was wearing a wig. He wouldn’t have recognized her because of that one minor detail.
“What do you mean?” I glare at Pearson. The asshole is too intuitive for his own good. Also, he’s a hound. He’d fuck Kristyn if he knew she was single, or if he knew I wanted her. The man is great at business, but he’ll fuck any young pussy that comes his way.
“I know you too well, Levi. You can have any beauty on your dick in seconds,” he chuckles. He’s right, I can. Lifting his tumbler, he tips it my way, then swallows down the amber liquid.
“It’s not like you’re an angel, Pearson. Your dick is overused. You need to tone it down some,” I bite back in jest. We both guffaw at the sentiments that fit the other perfectly. I’ve never had close friends. None that I’d feel comfortable talking to like this, anyway. The guys I went to college with were all prep school boys. Too fucking posh for their own good. They wouldn’t know what to do with a pussy if one was handed to them on a silver platter.
A moment later, two beautiful dancers with next to nothing covering their tits and cunt stroll in. With bodies that would make a priest break his vows, and lips that would make a sane man lose his mind, they take the small stage and begin a routine to Cookie by R. Kelly.
The sexual song and their swaying hips have my cock responding, but my mind is still with Kristyn and the way her ass reddened with my handprint.
“Who’s on your mind, Kingston?” Eric thuds me on the shoulder, his piercing eyes boring into me with curiosity.
“Nobody.” My response is clipped, almost angry. I know I need to shut the fuck up before he figures it out, but with him goading me like he normally does, I don’t know if I can. I’m still worked up from earlier with that sweet little vixen.
“Like fuck will I believe that. Who is she?”
I keep my gaze trained on the two beauties swirling and twirling before us. One of them steps off the stage, heading right for Eric. She places her pert ass on his lap, grinding on the bulge prominent in his slacks.
“Hi, handsome,” she utters from those plump—surely Botox—lips.
He turns to her, not the least bit interested. She’s trying her utmost to get something out of him. Her hands trail up his thighs, landing on his crotch. “You’ll have to do so much more than palm my dick to get a decent tip,” he tells her with confidence. Her big green eyes widen in shock. “I don’t do well with teases.”
“We’re not allowed—”
He leans in, getting as close to her as he can without touching her. “I didn’t say I wanted to touch you, sweetheart. Those plastic tits do nothing for me,” he informs her with a dark, condescending tone that causes her to huff.
“Stop pissing off the girls, Pearson.” Sanders’ gruff tone filters over to us from the other side of the room. The space is small. So much so, the girls could easily reach him while sitting on our laps.
“Let’s talk business,” I chirp, hoping to get this done and dusted. As soon as I walk out of this place, my next stop is Kristyn’s house. I don’t give a shit how late it is, she’ll be explaining what the fuck she’s doing taking her clothes off for men like Sanders.
The second dancer rises from Holloway, the business associate seated beside our client. Sanders drops a folder on the stage situated between us, and I lean over to pick it up. Opening it, I find the figures we asked them for. They’re looking to sign a contract with us for the next five years that brings in almost ten-billion.
Handing the paperwork to Eric, I watch as he glances over the pages. He lifts his gaze, meeting mine with a satisfied smirk. “Think you can have a few more of these meetings as we seal the deal?” he questions.