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CHAPTER FOUR

STAR

We arrive at the hotel, and Eric, the owner, greets us personally. He’s an older guy with salt-and-pepper hair. Very attractive though, so I’m not sure why Alina never went there in the past.

He pulls Alina in for a hug, and Hap growls, yanking on her hand to pull her back.

“I see.” Eric smiles warmly at them both. “Have to say I’m glad you aren’t with that loser anymore. You need someone with more of a backbone,” he states. “Anyway, I have reserved both top-floor suites for you. I understand there is to be a wedding?” he asks.

“Yes, Ghost and Star. The bachelor and bachelorette parties are for Star, and also a celebration for Nova and Spider,” Alina informs him.

“Ghost and Spider, eh? I do love these names! I just love that show. I feel like I’m meeting celebrities,” he beams.

“What fucking show?” Beast murmurs in my ear.

I shrug. “Fuck if I know.”

Eric clicks his fingers, and a group of staff come running over with luggage carts. They load them up and then, just as quickly as they appeared, they scurry off again, leaving only two men behind.

“Now, Simon and Daniel here will be at your beck and call while you are staying. You need anything, just ask them. I understand our nanny services will be required, too. There is a booklet up in your suite with a very meticulously screened list of nannies we have available.” He grins at Alina before taking her hand in his and kissing the back of it. If Hap wasn’t holding Phoenix right now, I know he would be tackling Eric to the ground. “Please enjoy your stay, and Alina, it’s a pleasure catching up with you as always.” He beams before nodding and walking away.

“Prick needs to relearn his boundaries,” Hap seethes.

Alina rolls her eyes at him. “Come on, let’s get to our rooms and get settled.” We all walk together through the huge foyer, and I don’t miss the people’s stares as we head towards the elevator. I catch a group of women, all dressed in designer clothes, whispering and sniggering as we walk past. I distinctly hear the word ‘whore’, and I immediately stop in my tracks and stride towards them. Their eyes go wide and their faces pale as I approach.

“I’m sorry, did one of you call my name?” I ask with a mocking sweetness in my tone.

The one in front, let’s call her ‘mean girl #1’, places her skinny, fake tanned hand on her hip and lifts her chin, trying to act like she isn’t shitting her little girl panties. “No, you must have misheard. I called you a whore.” She sneers, a grin spreading across her face as her pathetic minions giggle behind her, one holding up her phone to record.

“Yes, didn’t you know? That’s my name,” I state, keeping my face free of any expression.

Her lips part, and she’s a little taken aback, clearly not expecting me to say that. “Your parents called you whore?” she snorts.

“We’ve got ten thousand watching this live!” the one holding the phone up whispers to the other.

My smile widens, and I let out a little laugh. “No, silly. Your parents call me whore.” I pause, and her brows furrow in confusion. I lean in closer, looking straight into her eyes. “They call me whore while your daddy fucks me from behind and I eat out your mommy’s fishy little cunt.” My grin widens.

Her face pales, and the one from behind blinks. “That’s gross.”

I wink and straighten. “Have a lovely day girls, and you tell your folks I said hi,” I say before I saunter back to Ghost.

His eyes are pinned on me, and his lips are fighting back a smirk. “You think you could last more than an hour without threatening someone?” he asks, grabbing the back of my neck affectionately.

I look up at him and flutter my lashes. “I threatened no one, just merely chatting to my girls over there.” I point across to them as we step into the elevator, giving them another little smile and a wave before the doors close.

“Just try not to get arrested,” he adds.

I snort. “Right back at ya, Casper.”

* * *

We meet everyone else in the room. Well, it’s more like a luxury apartment. “This place is unreal,” Maggie sighs as she looks out of the floor-to-ceiling window.

For the first night we all agreed that the guys would be in one suite, and we would be in the other. Ghost, of course, had the master bedroom in the other suite, so that when it came to our wedding night, there would be no end to our fucking. Just thinking about marrying him stirs butterflies in my stomach. Never in my life did I think I would marry, even after meeting Ghost. It isn’t something that I thought would be for me, and yet here I am.

“Okay ladies, let’s gather. There’s a lot to prepare for tonight. We have hair and make-up booked for us in one hour, and then once dressed, I have reserved us a table at an exclusive cabaret club. Then once we finish there, we have an evening of alcohol, shots, and debauchery at the best strip club in town,” Alina says, clapping her hands.

“Jesus, how in the fuck have you managed to organise all this while looking after Phoenix?” Belle asks.

Alina shrugs. “I sat there while feeding, looking everything up and booking stuff.”

“You know the guys will lose their ever-loving shit if they know we are at a strip club,” Josie points out.

“Oh god yes, they will be all ‘ you’re ours; no one gets to touch what’s ours. Spank spank’ ,” Nova says in a mocking voice.

We all laugh and nod in agreement. “Not that I’m averse to the spanking, and I’m always more than happy to receive a punishment, but they’ve got a point. Us going to a strip club could mean them ending up in jail,” I point out.

Alina’s grin widens. “They will be there, too,” she points out.

I frown and look to the others. “Say what?”

“I’m not sure where you are going with this, but if they have to watch men flapping their dicks in our faces, the night isn’t going to go well,” Rhea states.

“If I have to watch some other bitch pushing her pussy near Ghost’s face, then you don’t need to worry about the men getting arrested. It will be me,” I add.

“Yeah, I’m not sure I could keep my cool with that either,” Maggie agrees.

Alina holds up her palms, halting us. “Listen, this strip club isn’t a normal strip club. It’s private. The guys don’t know their schedule. I have everything planned for them. Eric has left a plan of the evening in their room. They think it’s all been laid on by him. There will be no male strippers.”

“Booooooo!” I heckle.

“The only female strippers will be us.” Alina grins.

“I don’t think I can strip in front of everyone,” Dixie whispers anxiously.

“Rage won’t let you. A slight twerk and he will be up on that stage throwing you over his shoulder and fucking you senseless,” I point out.

“I’m not sure I can get naked in front of all of them,” Rhea adds.

“Just keep your eyes on Acid,” I tell her.

“We won’t be getting naked. The club has a huge array of outfits for us backstage. You can take off as much or as little as you want. I just thought this would be a great prank on them. They get a stripper for their bachelor party, and we get to behave a little wild and slutty.” Alina laughs.

I catch Elsie nibbling on her bottom lip anxiously, and as I reach for her hand and squeeze it, she looks to me. I raise my brow in question. “What is it?” I ask.

“I’ve never really danced outside of my bedroom before,” she mutters.

I nod, giving her hand one last squeeze before getting to my feet and standing next to Alina. “How long have we got until hair and beauty?” I ask her.

She looks down at her watch. “One hour,” she answers.

I nod. “Okay everyone, up,” I say, gesturing to them to stand. Queenie just sits across from us, keeping an eye on the kids in the huge playpen. “Alina, play Rhianna’s Skin, but not so loud that the guys will hear it. This will be the song we will dance to. It was the song I danced to when, er, let’s just say it was the song I was dancing to when I caught Ghost’s attention.”

“Room, play Rhianna’s Skin,” Alina states firmly. The music starts playing, filling the room. “Don’t worry. They’re soundproofed.” She smirks.

I smile. “Okay, just watch what I do, and then copy or do your own thing, whatever. Just remember that you are sexy bitches, and a small bit of advice. Just pretend you’re riding your man’s dick. You’re giving your man the performance of his life,” I tell them, repeating Sunny’s words of advice.

Smiling, I close my eyes, allowing the memories of dancing to come flooding back. I begin to move my hips, lowering myself to the floor, seductively rocking my hips as I spread my thighs apart and lean back until my shoulders touch the floor. I then glide my hand down my body to between my legs before flipping over onto all fours. Lowering my front to the floor, I keep my ass in the air and grind it to the beat, fucking that imaginary dick. As I do this, the memory of that night comes to me, of Ghost watching me, of how I provoked him, the heat and anger that he pinned me with.

I smile to myself. I should have known I was in trouble back then. I open my eyes to see the ol’ ladies staring at me. “What?” I ask.

“Is it too late to turn lesbian?” Maggie asks.

I laugh as I get up off the floor.

“You know, I always wondered how you managed to get Ghost’s attention. I mean, you’re stunning, of course, but I had seen beautiful women practically throw themselves at him, and I knew the girls at the club. I’ve seen them dance, but that, that was hypnotic. You were his siren,” Queenie states, a warm smile on her face.

I tuck my hair behind my ear, feeling a little embarrassed. I will gladly flash my tits at anyone, and I could talk about my sex life with zero embarrassment, but feelings? That’s something I struggle with, even now.

I clear my throat. “Okay, now you guys.” I smile. Alina gets the music to replay, and at first they all start to dance a little awkwardly, but eventually they relax a little more and start to laugh and enjoy it. “Yes!” I praise, grinning. Even Queenie bends over, attempting to twerk, making us all laugh.

A knock at the door startles us, and Alina is quick to kill the music. Our personal butler walks towards the door. “Shit, I forgot he was here,” Maggie pants, laughing.

He opens the door, and Ghost is standing there, glaring at the poor butler guy before he strides in.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, crossing my arms over my chest.

Being Ghost, he ignores everyone else and doesn’t stop until he reaches me. He grabs me firmly in his hand and presses his lips to mine in a brief and owning kiss. He pulls back slightly, his eyes assessing mine.

“You’re up to something,” he mutters.

A slow smile teases at my lips. “Maybe I am,” I taunt.

His eyes spark. “Whatever it is, don’t do it,” he growls in warning.

I slowly run my tongue along my bottom lip, and his eyes follow the movement. “You’re forgetting,” I whisper, leaning closer to him, “no one tells me what to do, especially you Casper.”

His hands grip my hips, his fingers almost bruising. I smile, nipping his lobe. “Darlin’,” he warns.

I lean back, giving him a playful wink. “Yes, dear?” I ask, taunting him further.

“If this is about to get R-rated, you need to take it to another room,” Queenie warns.

“Strip club,” Ghost states.

I nod. “I know. Is that why you came here? To tell me you’re going to a strip club?” I ask.

“No,” he states firmly.

I frown. “Then what?” I ask.

“I came to ask if you’re okay with it, or are you going to end up going feral and getting yourself arrested?” he asks.

I arch my brow. “You’re asking for my permission?” I ask in disbelief.

His grins, moving his hand around to my throat. “I’m asking so I don’t have to bail my woman out of fucking jail.” He gently squeezes my neck.

“You’re going to touch the stripper?” I ask.

“No,” he answers firmly.

“Is she going to touch you?” I press.

“No,” he affirms.

“Are you going to get hard looking at her?” I ask, pinning him with my gaze.

“Jesus Christ, Star,” Queenie tuts, while the other girls all laugh.

Ghost takes my hand in his and places it over his crotch. “Only ever hard for you,” he growls.

I feel his hard length beneath his jeans, and I squeeze it lightly before I force myself to take a step back. His hand drops from mine, and he removes the other from my throat.

“Go enjoy your bachelor party,” I state. He moves to step forward, but he stops himself, and I know if we didn’t have a full audience, he would be bending me over the couch. “And maybe I will catch you later,” I say dismissively, turning away from him. He grabs my hand and yanks me back to him, making a laugh escape me. As he holds me against his body, a smile plays on his lips.

“I will be seeing you later, and you will be sleeping in my bed,” he says assertively.

“Right!” Queenie yells. “That’s enough foreplay, thank you very much. Anymore and I will be bringing up my breakfast. It’s the night before your wedding, and you aren’t supposed to see each other, let alone fornicate,” she tuts, pulling Ghost away from me. I can’t help but laugh at the look he’s giving her.

“Queenie, I’m the President of the Black Hearts MC. If I want to be with my woman, I will be with my fucking woman,” he protests.

“I don’t give a rat’s ass if you’re the President of an entire country; for once you will do as you are told and respect the tradition,” Queenie snaps, chastising him like he’s a naughty toddler.

I bite down on my lip to try and control my laughter, but Ghost catches me, giving me a look that promises I will pay for laughing at him later.

Queenie practically shoves him out the door and locks it shut before she dusts off her hands and marches back over towards us. “There, now you can continue to practice before your hair and make-up.” She nods.

“Anyone else a little annoyed that their man didn’t come in and ask if it was okay to go to the strip club?” Maggie asks.

“Oh shush, you know they sent Ghost over to get a feel of how you all were feeling about it. They’ll know that if Star is okay with it, you will all be okay with it.” Queenie sighs as she sits down next to the playpen.

“Fair point.” Maggie shrugs.

“What, so I’m the crazy one?” I ask, offended. They give me a look, and I hold my hands up. “Alright, I get it. Point made,” I sigh, giving in.