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A smirk danced across Jazzy's lips as she rose from her seat. She made sure to secure Taylor's things in her locker, away from the rest of the dancers who all had a bad case of sticky fingers before she exited the locker room and continued to the back corner of the club. The music began to seem less loud as she approached the door of Cameron's office.

Before she could lift her fist to knock, the door came flying open. In the door frame stood a woman attempting to exit the office. Jazzy’s brown eyes scanned the woman, assessing her attire.

She was clad in a tailored pant suit that she accessorized with pieces of gold jewelry. Her hair was cut in a sharp bob that cupped her beautiful face. In her hand was a small Gucci tote that seemed stuffed to capacity with what seemed like money since Jazzy could see a folded one-hundred-dollar bill caught in the zipper. "Sorry. I didn't know you were busy," Jazzy apologized to Cameron as she stepped aside so the woman could make her way out.

"I'm not," he assured her. "I'll see you later, Avery," he said, dismissing the woman who seemed to have her oak brown orbs glued on Jazzy.Avery cleared her throat before nodding her head. She turned in the other direction, heading for the exit. Once she made it out the hall, Cameron extended his hand for Jazzy to take.

Her eyes scanned him questioningly. She decided to hold off on the questions and placed her hand in his. He whisked her into his office, shutting and locking the door behind her. "She was pretty," Jazzy told Cameron, referring to Avery.

Cameron chuckled as he nodded. "She gets that a lot, not enough to have her in here making money, though."

Jazzy laughed. "Not everyone wants to strip, Cameron. Stop trying to be everybody’s pimp."

He laughed as he sat on the corner of his desk, his hands secured at Jazzy's waist. "I gotta keep a roster of bitches in here to keep this club running. Taylor's heading out in a few months, and she’s my headliner. I gotta find the next big thing."

Jazzy sighed lightly. "Yeah, that's neither here nor there, though," she dismissed the matter of business since she no longer considered the club as her place of work.

"How long have you been here?" he asked her.

She pulled her hair to the left side of her face, exposing the right side of her neck. Cameron instinctively craned down, applying light kisses along her smooth skin. "A few hours. I just helped Taylor get ready."

"Why didn't you come up earlier?" He lifted his head from her neck as he eyed her.

Jazzy exhaled a deep breath. He was really killing the mood with all these questions. "Because I didn't want you earlier. I want you now," she stated matter-of-factly.

"Jazzlyn, what's up with you?" he sighed as he shook his head.

"No, what's up with you?" She eyed him oddly. "I didn't come here to chit chat or even act like we have things to talk about. You know how it is. Stop acting like things have changed."

Jazzy was different. It was almost as if she had no emotions at all. Cameron tried hard to actually get to know her, weave some deep feeling out of her, but it was impossible. She only gave out what everyone could see: her name, her age, and her amazing sense of style. Everything else was a mystery.

Cameron shook his head once more, this time dismissing the feelings and questions he previously had. "Never mind," hewaved it off as he pulled her closer. As he inched his lips closer to hers, she turned her head the other way, quickly avoiding his kiss.

"That’s not what I came in here for,” she reiterated. She didn’t need him to take things slow with her. She wanted him to get straight to the point.

Cameron's intoxicating brown eyes locked with hers. He looked a bit defeated, but he quickly masked it. "Bet," he agreed.

Jazzy smirked as she smoothly directed his head down, below her waistline.

He knelt down, gliding Jazzy's lace panties off effortlessly. His lips made contact with her wet pussy, planting the kiss he so badly wanted to land on her lips.

As Cameron explored the depths of Jazzy's pussy with his tongue, silky moans escaped her lips. On the opposite side of the door stood Cameron's wife, Avery, with her ear pressed against the door. She heard every lust-driven moan and heavy breath Jazzy let out, along with each amorous call of Cameron's name.

Avery finally knew.

Chapter Seven

Upon stepping into Britain's apartment, the sweet smell of burning incense invaded his nostrils. Priest stepped out of his Tom Ford loafers with a relieved sigh. In the distance, he could hear soothing music being played from her bedroom. "Gioia!" he called out for her.

The volume of the music left him unanswered. He shook his head lightly before trekking through the apartment. Entering the bedroom, the sweet sound of Sade's song“No Ordinary Love”entered his ears, putting him at ease immediately.Feeling his presence upon his entrance into the bedroom, Britain turned around to face him, still swaying to the song. She held her hands out to Priest with a tempting smile as she continued to sing along with Sade.

Priest whisked her petite frame closer to him, causing a laugh to air from her. He craned down, gently pressing his lips against hers. "Hey," he greeted her, causing smiles to grace their faces.

"Hey, handsome," she replied as she wrapped her arms around his torso.

He kissed her lips once more before they released each other from the embrace. She maneuvered through the bedroom,picking up her phone from the nightstand and stopping the music.

Priest undid the three buttons of his double-breasted suit, slipping out of the jacket smoothly. She returned to him and took the jacket to properly hang it in the garment bag he kept in her closet. "I was expecting to go back to the penthouse and meet you there, but Cyro told me you asked to be taken home," he told her as he slipped the tie from his neck.