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“Sir… it’s themed tonight,” an employee said to me, catching my attention. With a straight face, I glared at them until the manager quickly snatched them away.
No doubt to explain to them who I was and that the rules didn’t apply to me.
Little did people know I was a silent investor in this company and was the one who helped to create the rules. The same rules that didn’t apply to me.
Pushing through the crowds of swaying bodies and intoxicated minds, I made my way straight towards her. Allegra’s gaze caught mine quickly, and her breath caught.
The petrified glance said a lot. She didn’t know I was going to be here looking for Becca, but I had no doubt with the way she dressed Becca she was hoping I would.
Grasping an unfamiliar man’s arm, she pulled him away from Becca and whispered something in his ear. His gaze met mine with narrowed eyes.
Ignoring the man, I moved closer to Becca. Her body moving against me to the music had my c*ck completely hard within seconds. I’d never seen this side of her.
Even when I brought her here last time, it was different. It was more of a game between us before, and now this time, she was in an element I had never experienced with her.
Running my hands over the side of her face, I danced with her until I lowered my lips to her ear, “Are you enjoying yourself?”
Quicker than lightning, her eyes shot open, and she spun around to face me.
“What the f*ck are you doing here?” She looked around for Allegra and the guy she had brought.
“I heard you wanted to party, so I figured I would join.”
Shaking her head, she made her way towards the back bar, and without hesitation, I followed her. Seeing her like this, there was no way I was going to let her out of my sight.
Three shots and a glass of something red, she downed the shots back to back. The last one, though, I snatched from her hand and shot it, only to realize it was some fruity vodka I spit back into the glass.
“Hey, what the f*ck?” she snapped, turning towards me. “That was mine.”
“It looks like you have had enough already, Becca,” I replied, giving her a look that she refused to acknowledge.
“You have no right to tell me what’s enough, James.” She gave me a pointed look as she turned back to the bartender, asking for another. “Don’t you have some whore to bother?”
I didn’t understand why she was acting this way. Then again, the conversation earlier didn’t go as I had wanted it to, leaving us both hanging with the option of how we could work.
“The only girl I’m here for is you,” I replied, watching a flicker of something in her eyes.
“Hard to believe.” Turning on her heels, she stormed off and headed towards the back. I couldn’t let her go there alone. There was no telling what she was going to do because anyone who went back there was looking for a good time.
Against my better judgment, I stormed after her, only to turn the corner in the back room to find her laughing with Allegra and a few others. Including the mystery guy she had been dancing with before.
Drunk and stumbling, she fell into his lap, and Allegra laughed before her eyes met mine. “James, I didn’t think you were coming out tonight.”
“Yeah, well, a change in my plans brought me here,” I said with a forced smile.
“Oh, that’s wonderful,” one of our other friends chimed in. “After the show we got last time, it was all that any of us could think of.”
I knew very well what he was talking about, but that wasn’t going to happen again.
“Unfortunately, there isn’t going to be a show this time, I’m afraid—”
“Yeah, because he wants to play with other women,” Becca quickly chimed in as the guy whose lap she was on whispered something in her ear, causing her to laugh.
Seeing her sitting with him was a jab to my heart and a cut to my pride. I couldn’t believe after everything she and I had done she would act like this with someone else. “So Allegra, who’s your friend?”
Her eyes met mine before slowly dropping to Becca with a smile. “James, this is my brother, Neal. He’s from New York.”
Shit. He even lived closer to Becca. When she went back to school, there was no telling what could happen between the two of them.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Neal said with a grin as his determined gaze met my own.
“As it is you.”
The conversation was short, and quickly, the others fell back into what they had been discussing. Yet, my eyes never left Neal’s. He slowly slid his hand over Becca’s bare thigh as if taunting me to do something.
I wasn’t sure where his mind was, but without thinking about anything, I was marching towards them and snatching Becca off his lap and over my shoulder.
“What the f*ck!” she screamed, beating on my back, “James, put me down!”
“No,” I snapped as I carried her towards the back of the building where the private and secluded rooms were. If she was looking for a good time, then I would be the only one to give it to her.
Opening the last door, I cast her onto the bed and closed the door behind us. She quickly stood and beat against my chest with tears in her eyes.
“You don’t get to do this!” she yelled at me. “I was enjoying myself!”
“Enjoying yourself with who? Him? You don’t even f*cking know him!” I yelled at her, watching her stand firm in her view.
“Yeah, well, at least he is interested in me,” she retorted. However, there was something about the way she said it that let me know she wasn’t actually interested in him.
“Oh, I’m interested, Becca,” I said seductively as I stalked towards her, watching as she backed up until she was pressed against the bed.
My fingers slid underneath her dress to brush against the bare skin of her sex.
“No panties?” I gasped. “You really were trying to f*ck tonight, weren’t you?”
As I slipped my fingers inside her, she gasped, throwing her head back as my lips trailed against her neck. She was soaking wet for me, and the faster I thrust my fingers inside her, the harder her tight, wet p*ssy clenched against me.
“F*ck, don’t stop,” she purred as my thumb rubbed circles over her clit.
“You like this, don’t you?” I growled with excitement. “Do you want me? Or should I go get him to satisfy you?”
“Shut the f*ck up and f*ck me.” she snapped as her hands worked at the top of my pants.
As soon as I was free, she helped guide me inside her tight, wet c*nt. Groans of pleasure left both of us as I thrust hard and deep. Her hands gripped at the sheets on the bed as she hung over the edge, taking everything I was willing to give her.
I was going to make sure she knew whose pu*sy this was.
Fate be damned. I didn’t care what anyone thought.
Becca was mine, and I would f*ck her until she knew it.
Becca.
Sunlight drifted through the room, and I slowly opened my eyes. I felt the dull pain that radiated through my head. How much had I drank the night before?
“Shit, it’s bright,” I mumbled, stirring with the blankets, only to look down and realize the blankets were not the same as the ones at Allegra’s.
Looking around, I noticed I was in a different room, and slowly the memory of the night before came filtering into my mind. James had come to the club and possessed every inch of me.
The moment was erotic, and as he claimed me over and over again, I couldn’t find the will to stand. My legs were like jelly, and each orgasm pushed me farther and farther.
How had I let myself fall back into what I was trying not to do? Everything about him screamed to stay away, especially after the conversation we’d had in his office. Yet, one touch from him had me melting, and there was no one else I wanted to be with.
Rolling over, I let my gaze fall upon his naked form and realized he was still sleeping next to me. The room wasn’t his own, and it wasn’t a hotel.
Stirring, he slowly opened his eyes and looked over at me with a smile.
“Good morning, beautiful.”
“Good morning to you as well,” I replied, looking around. “Where are we?”
A deep chuckle left his lips as he rubbed one hand over his face. “My apartment.”
“You have an apartment?” I asked with confusion, not understanding why he would have one if he had a million dollar mansion with plenty of room to spare.
“Yes, I figured you wouldn’t want to go back to my place considering Tally is there, and you were adamant about continuing our fun, so I brought us here.”
Trying to recall that conversation, I couldn’t. I remembered walking out of the pleasure room with him and saying goodbye to everyone, but after that, everything went black.
“I don’t remember that,” I admitted, feeling slightly uncomfortable.
“That’s because you passed out in the car on the way here.”
“So you had your way with me passed out?” I asked, slightly shocked.
A stern glare crossed his face as he shook his head and stood. “No, Becca. I, too, do have standards I live by, and sleeping with an unconscious woman, even one I have been seeing, is a no go for me.”
“Then how did I get undressed?”
Walking to the bathroom, he left the door open and laughed. “Because I undressed you. Those clothes were restrictive and smelt like booze. I figured you would want to sleep comfortably.”
No matter the sarcastic things he would say, he was still a gentleman, and for that, I was grateful. Had it been someone else, like Chad? He would have done things to me and told me I liked it.
As James reappeared from the bathroom with his massive c*ck swinging between his legs, I felt myself pulled from my thoughts. “Thank you for doing that.”
“See something you like?” he smirked as he crawled across the bed towards me and gently kissed my lips.
“Yes–” the breathless remark caused him to rip back the covers as he slid his head between my thighs. His tongue licked across my folds before pressing deep inside me.
“James–” I gasped, trying not to moan. “Don’t you think we should talk?”