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  Thankfully, I fell in love with being a dancer and the idea of a club. Working at Diamond Castle had taught me many things, but most of all it was that I should never live a life just because it was expected or easy.

  Jade had a similar story, trying to raise a kid after the dad died. Sienna was trying to put herself through school, and Topsy was looking after her dad.

  King, on the other hand, was a complete mystery and one that I couldn’t help but be drawn to. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that some mysteries, ones like King, were better left unsolved. I couldn’t deal with a distraction, but, after my sister, I also couldn’t deal with heartbreak. And boy did King have that tattooed all over his sexy body.

  Chapter Six

  King

  “That’s so funny!” the girl squealed, batting her eyes and doing a ridiculous hair flip that, by all means, should have given her whiplash. Unfortunately for me, she just kept on beaming at me and giggling, like what I was saying was the height of hilarity. I hadn’t even said anything to warrant a response like that. I wasn’t sure how stupid the guys she was normally around were, but I knew for a fact that she could never be this genuinely interested in my lack of stimulating conversation.

  After I’d walked away from Christy, the girl came out of nowhere and bombarded me, asking me if I’d liked her set that night. I couldn’t even remember her name. Alicia? Lindsey? I muttered something about how I was sure she’d been fine, and she’d acted like I’d said she was the best dancer anyone would ever see.

  “Did you really think so?” she’d asked.

  “Sure,” I said, looking around absently and trying to find a way out of the conversation.

  “You know, all the girls think that you’re the most exciting thing to happen to this place since we got new poles last year, and that’s saying a lot.”

  “Wow.”

  I tried so hard to keep the sarcasm from my voice and was so sure that I would fail, but, apparently, I needn’t have worried.

  “Except Christy. She said she wouldn’t go near you with a ten-foot pole.”

  That caught my attention. Of course, anyone that mentioned Christy immediately flagged my interest, but I could tell that this bit of information was going to make my day.

  “Did she really?”

  “Yeah, I overheard her talking to one of the other girls. But, it’s not as if you would ever go for her either.”

  She let out a high-pitched giggle, and I couldn’t help the loud laughter that came out of my mouth. This entire situation was hilarious. If only she knew how we’d fucked like animals, not once, but twice, and that one of those times was less than ten minutes ago, in a dirty alleyway a few steps from where we were standing.

  The girl slid closer to me, tracing a single finger up and down my arm. I could tell she was trying hard to be sexy and seductive, but all I wanted to do was release a shudder and back away from her.

  “You know, if it’s not Christy you want, there are other’s here that would be more than willing.”

  She couldn’t have possibly meant herself, right? The girl pouted and looked up at me from underneath lowered lashes, blinking so furiously that the only thing going through my mind was that she must have something stuck in there.

  What was wrong with me?

  There had to be something wrong with me. My reactions were nowhere near my usual reactions to a beautiful girl hitting on me.

  I opened my mouth to respond, but out of the corner of my eye, I spotted Christy again. My eyes had zeroed in on her like magnets, which was strange, considering I hadn’t even been looking in her direction. She’d changed into new clothes and was walking swiftly through the throng of people. I didn’t know if it was just me, but I could’ve sworn she was stomping angrily out of the club.

  Just the sight of her had me completely distracted from anything to do with the girl still standing in front of me, waiting for an answer. How could I concentrate on anything she said, when my mind was so consumed by someone else?

  “Look… Lindsey?” I hedged a guess.

  “Felicity,” she said with a frown. Damn, that wasn’t even in the top ten of the guesses I was going to make.

  “Felicity,” I affirmed with a nod. “I’m not really interested in anything or anyone right now.” It wasn’t even a lie. Although I’d definitely be interested in another round of sex with Christy, I knew that it was off the table. For now, I would just enjoy time to myself. That was acceptable, right? I didn’t need her in my life to be happy.

  “Oh,” she said, confused. Suddenly her face lit up like before. “You’re still settling in. That’s okay. Come find me when you’re ready.” Jesus, the girl was completely delusional. Not wanting the conversation to continue, I nodded hesitantly, and she beamed triumphantly, turning to bounce away, and leaving me staring after her with my mouth partially open.

  I wasn’t blind. I could see that Felicity was beautiful and alluring. She was someone I would’ve gone for in a heartbeat even a few weeks ago. But, for some reason, I’d lost all taste for any other woman but Christy.

  It must have been because of the great sex, but now that Christy had said it was off the table, I should be over her. Right?

  Apparently, my cock still hadn’t gotten the message, remaining deflated and uninterested, even at the sight of Felicity’s bouncing ass as she skittered away.

  Damn it. Christy had well and truly ruined me.

  There was no reason to stay in the club anymore, since everyone was either already gone or heading off, so I left too, taking the door at the back of the club. I still couldn’t believe Christy and I had had sex here a little while ago. I felt a slight twinge of regret when I realize that I’d left Christy naked and alone in the cold afterward.

  I stepped back out into the alley and prepared to walk off, when I heard a loud grunt to my left.

  Maybe sex in an alley was more common for this club than I thought.

  I peered through the darkness, but couldn’t see much other than a few dark shapes.

  Another grunt sounded out, and this time it sounded more like pain than pleasure.

  I took a few careful steps down the alleyway, sticking close to the wall, so I wouldn’t be seen, and spotted two men in suits kicking the shit out of a guy on the floor. Upon closer inspection, I realized that one of the suited men was one of Christy’s regulars. She always called him her favorite, though I didn’t know why.

  The men were brutally knocking around a slightly smaller man, who was doing a good job of containing his grunts and cries.

  I couldn’t get a good look at him until, all of a sudden, he turned his head a certain way, and I stepped back in shock.

  It was Rossi.

  My boss was lying beaten up on the ground with two men hovering over him, looking ready to beat him again if he tried to move.

  Shit. This wasn’t something that I should be witnessing, nor was it something I wanted to be witnessing.

  I had the distinct and very peculiar feeling that only arose when you were somewhere you really weren’t supposed to be, and I knew I had to get out of there quickly, before any of them saw me. Luckily, the sound of fists hitting flesh was enough to cover my footsteps as I slowly backed away.

  Just as I thought I was in the clear, Rossi’s eyes flickered up and locked on mine, an unreadable expression on his damaged face.

  Fuck.

  It didn’t take a genius to figure out that I needed to get out of there fast. Especially since I’d been spotted. I wasn’t certain, but Rossi seeing me seemed like something that wouldn’t turn out well for me.

  It was just a hunch, but knowing that I was a magnet for bad luck, I suddenly realized that things were about to take a seriously bad turn for me.

  Chapter Seven

  Christy

  I bounced around club, moving from place-to-place and task-to-task faster than I could remember doing for years. I was a massive ball of energy, but there was no way I could help it. Tomorrow was going to b
e the day.

  I had spent so long trying to save for my own club that it hadn’t actually sunk in that I’d done it. I’d worked my way up from the bottom and had finally saved enough to put down the security deposit on a warehouse space. I had vision for how the club would look, and as soon as I came across the warehouse, I knew it would be the one.

  So, there I was, in an exceptionally good mood, and all the girls seemed to notice.

  “You fucked him again, didn’t you?” Sienna drawled.

  “No!” I huffed. “Well, yes, but that’s not why I’m happy. I’m putting the deposit down tomorrow.”

  “Good for you. We should celebrate tonight.”

  “Yeah, why not. Invite all the girls. We’ll go down to the warehouse and have a little party.”

  “Can I invite Joe the bartender?”

  “Invite whoever. I’ll meet you all there, okay?”

  I left Sienna with her planning and made my way over to King. I’d been thinking over the last few days and realized that I may not have handled everything too well with King. It wasn’t his fault, and we could still be civil, even if we weren’t going to have sex again.

  “Hey, King,” I smiled, hoping he wouldn’t make this harder than it had to be.

  “Hey,” he replied warily.

  “I’m having a party at the warehouse that I’m turning into my club. You should come.”

  “I thought we weren’t speaking.”

  “No, I just said we couldn’t have sex. Come on, it’ll be fun.”

  King scratched at the back of his head and looked away for a moment.

  “I don’t really think it’s a good idea.”

  “Are you sure? You may not believe it, but I know even your grump ass is capable of having a good time.”

  “Fine,” King agreed with a shrug.

  “Don’t worry, it’ll just be a few people from work. Ten people at most.”

  “All right, all right.”

  “Good, I’ll drive.”

  As soon as I got to the warehouse, I realized that I’d unintentionally lied to King. I’d forgotten for a moment that I’d left Sienna, and, by extension, Jade in charge of things, so a small party would never be an option.

  I stepped inside and there were at least thirty people around, some of whom I’d never even seen before. There was music pumping through invisible speakers, and everyone helping themselves to drinks and snacks.

  “Christy! You took your time,” Sienna ran up and embraced me tightly, the drink she was holding only spilling a little.

  “I don’t even know all these people.” I had to raise my voice above the music and had terrible flashbacks to awful high school parties that were somewhat similar.

  “Don’t worry, they don’t know you either. Let’s celebrate! Go get a drink and have some fun.”

  She hurried off without a second glance, and I was left behind at the entrance, completely regretting agreeing to this.

  I turned to King beside me and gave him an apologetic look.

  “I’m sorry,” I said over the sound of the music.

  “What for?”

  “I forgot that I should never leave Sienna in charge of anything.”

  “Well, it’s done now. Let’s get a drink?”

  I nodded, and we headed off into the fray, grabbing ourselves drinks and wandering over to a corner.

  “I like the space,” King said.

  “Me too. That’s why I picked it. Over there will be the stage,” I pointed to the far back wall. “And up there will be another level, so people can watch on from above.”

  “So, why a club? I thought most of the dancers hated it.”

  “Well, they don’t, really. It’s Diamond Castle that’s the problem, and Rossi. My place will be classier, treat the women better, and all the girls can work for themselves. It’ll be fun, like its meant to be.”

  “It sounds nice.”

  “It will be. Assuming my bad luck doesn’t get in the way.”

  I ran my eyes over King and couldn’t help how all thoughts of the party and celebration seemed to melt away from my mind. There was another part of the warehouse that I longed to be in—bent over a desk in the back office while King pounded into me.

  Stop it.

  It was harder than I thought to shake the thoughts from my head. I was the one who’d imposed the no-sex rule, and here I was, ready to jump him. Clearly, I was in deeper than I thought, despite all my plans to the contrary.

  Maybe one more time wouldn’t hurt. Right?

  “I’m gonna go check out the office. You want to come?”

  “Sure,” King said.

  I led him round to the office door and gave a quick look around, so nobody noticed us disappearing, though I needn’t have worried, considering how preoccupied everyone was.

  The office was similar to Rossi’s at G-stringers; a simple desk, chair, and filing cabinet. I was surprised it had even that much in it, but they would all serve my purposes perfectly tonight.

  “I’m kind of getting the impression that we aren’t just here to check out the office,” King said, with an amused smile.

  “Why wouldn’t we be?” I asked, toying with the hem of my shirt.

  “Just the general vibe I’m getting,” he muttered.

  I took a few steps backward until I reached the desk, placing my ass at the edge and leaning back on my hands.

  “This seems like a nice office, right?”

  “Very nice, yes.”

  King took a slow, deliberate stride forward, then another.

  “An office like this deserves to be christened, don’t you think?”

  “Most definitely. But I thought you said no sex.”

  “A girl can change her mind. So, what do you say?”

  King reached me at last and placed his palms flat on the table on either side of me, leaning over so his torso was pressed against mine.

  “I could be persuaded.”

  Hooking a hand around his head, I pulled him down so that his lips were at my neck. King instantly started trailing kisses down my jaw and over to the rise of my chest. He ripped off my shirt and began pushing lightly on my shoulders.

  “Lie back,” he said softly.

  My back hit the cool surface of the wooden table, and I felt King trail kisses down my chest and stomach. He pulled my skirt down, inch by inch, kissing my legs as he went. He did the same with my panties, and then spread my legs wide, bringing me to a gasp as cool air hit my hot core.

  “Do you want my fingers or my mouth?” he asked, tracing an index finger through my folds.

  “Both?” I suggested with a wicked grin.

  “Naughty girl,” he smirked. “So greedy.”

  His finger came out of me, sopping wet, and he lifted it to my mouth.

  “Suck,” he commanded, shoving it into my mouth. He pulled his finger back out with a pop, and I could literally feel myself getting wetter.

  King knelt down on the floor, his head level with my crotch, and leaned in, so that his face was directly on my pussy. He buried his nose between my legs and inhaled loudly.

  With a strong growl, he dived in, attacking my sopping pussy like a starving man. His tongue delved deep within me, as his fingers circled my clit. Both actions together were making my hips buck up, but King held me firm to the table.

  He pulled my ass further down the table, so that it was hanging off, and brought his face infinitely closer. I felt my orgasm closing in, and I could tell that King realized it too.

  One of his fingers was tracing the crack between my ass cheeks, already lubricated from my pussy juice. Without warning, he pushed a finger inside me, in virgin territory, and I screamed in pleasure, coming around his fingers and mouth with a violent shudder.

  King kept lapping at me through the aftershocks, licking me clean as I lay there, unable to move.

  Finally pulling away from me, he pressed his body on top of mine and brought his lips to my ear.

  “Is that enough for you, baby?�
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  “No,” I moaned. “I want more.”

  Pushing back on his shoulders, I forced him upright and slid off the table, dropping to my knees in front of him.