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She brushes past me, the scent of her innocence—sweet, like candy—wafts in the air, awakening a desire I haven’t felt in years. My dick twitches as I imagine her beneath me, writhing and panting, breathlessly begging me to fulfill her darkest fantasy.
I want to play with her.
My eyes follow the goddess as she makes her way over to an older couple and a dark-haired man in a tailored suit. His back is to me, but there’s something oddly familiar about him. I narrow my eyes behind my sunglasses as I try to place him.
A surge of jealousy fills my veins when the mystery man takes Makayla by the hand, calling her kitten as he presses a kiss to her wrist. When he turns to the older woman beside him, giving me a view of his profile, I grin.
Today is my lucky day.
I drop my gaze to the phone still clutched in my hand and shoot off a quick text. Then I scroll through my contacts until I find the number I need. Turning away, I weave through the crowd before pressing the Call button and bringing the phone to my ear.
After the third ring, the slimy motherfucker answers. “Victor Martin.”
“Makayla is lovely,” I purr in lieu of a greeting.
Silence hangs in the air, and I turn around to see Victor scanning the crowd until he spots me. I flash him a wolfish grin and give a little finger wave.
He straightens his spine, lips pinched, and growls into the receiver, “She’s mine.”
“Tsk tsk, Victor. So greedy,” I taunt. “Does she know about your little tryst with the lady of the mansion?”
“Is that a threat?” he snaps.
“Now, Victor. Threatening clients is bad for business.”
“What do you want?”
“I want Makayla,” I reply, as if it’s that simple.
He scoffs. “You can’t be serious.”
I say nothing. Instead, I turn my back on him and head for my car.
Victor hums as if he’s considering my request before he speaks. “You’re being awfully presumptuous. What if she doesn’t want you?”
I chuckle softly. “I can be quite charming when I want something,” I say.
A harsh exhale echoes through the line. “All right,” he relents. “But Desiree is mine.”
I rub a hand over the scruff covering my jaw. “What if she doesn’t want you?” I toss his words back at him.
“You and I both know she does,” he retorts.
For now.Her body might want him, but her heart belongs to someone else.
“Fair enough,” I agree. “But listen closely, Victor…. I have rules. Desiree broke them by getting involved with you. If you want to continue playing with her, you’ll have to surrender your membership. If your relationship ends, you walk away and never show your face in my club again. Do we have a deal?”
“Fine. I’ll be in touch.”
Well, that went much better than I expected.
TWO
MAKAYLA
Stepping out of the auditorium, I scan the crowded courtyard for my parents.
“Makayla,” my father calls, waving a hand in the air and grabbing my attention.