Commitment to Love – Chasing Love Read Online Kenya Wright

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129571 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 648(@200wpm)___ 518(@250wpm)___ 432(@300wpm)
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The first day we spent three hours at the gun range, competing with each other on who could get closer to the center dot. Chase bought us guns before we left. Him, a gold fifty caliber desert eagle. Me, a sig sauer .380 automatic pistol. Chase wanted to dress it up, get diamonds on the stainless-steel, maybe even make it all gold plated somehow. I couldn’t do it. People purchased weapons for just in-case emergencies. Benny had forced my hand. This gun would be used. No matter how many gems and jewels covered the pistol, I would need to focus on learning how to aim and shoot with precision.

I called my gun Nina, and I spent more time with her than anyone else in the past days. Some mornings, I skipped breakfast and Chase found me filling her with bullets and blasting them at white and black targets in front of me.

Sometimes he found me shooting with tears, when I didn’t even realize I’d been crying.

At night, he bathed me, spilling warm bubbly water over my body and gazing at my flesh with lust. He might’ve groaned a few times as he slid the washcloth over my nipples. Every time, they hardened under his heated touch, and I whispered how much I wanted him inside of me.

He never did.

Chase deserves a break. I do, too.

Tonight wasn’t about stopping this no sex nonsense, but letting him understand how much I appreciated his taking it slow with me as I mourned Troy.

However, the freaking security guard had been doing everything he could to block my efforts.

“Ma’am, why are we at a strip club? We’re supposed to be at the caterers. Mr. Stone won’t be pleased.” Sweat beaded around the poor guy’s forehead and I knew it wasn’t the Miami heat. On edge, Chase had been screaming at security left and right all week.

No one relished in a silent Benny. It was like walking through a dark forest at night, hearing leaves crumble off in the distance and a low growl, and not being able to see where the danger was coming from. That being said, Vivian and I had been careful to keep our plans away from all ears.

I tossed him an innocent smile. “I want to surprise Chase.”

“Mr. Stone doesn’t want any surprises right now.”

“He said that?”

“No, but—”

“Then relax.”

“This is an exotic dancing place.”

“Yes,” I nodded, “I’m aware of that.”

A cool breeze blew through the palm trees, and the guy wore a thin linen shirt and beige pants which went great with the shoulder holster packing his gun. Yet, still the man sweated as if it was a hundred degrees and he was wearing a turtleneck sweater.

“Ms. Montgomery, I don’t think I can do that.” He wiped away the sweat and rubbed it on his pants.

“It would just be a few hours.”

“This isn’t the schedule that Mr. Stone approved. He was adamant that there be no surprises and that everyone follows it.” He unfolded the white page he’d been holding. “I’m supposed to take you to the caterer right now. We already have a team over there, waiting inside the shop. You’re going to do a food tasting there to pick the engagement party’s menu and then—”

“Correction. Vivian is going to do the food tasting for me. Chase doesn’t know that because this is a surprise. I already told you this.”

“Ms. Montgomery, we cannot do surprises right now.”

I held up both of my hands. “I understand.”

“You do?”

“Yes.”

“Then we can leave this place?” He wouldn’t even look back at the strip club.

The Doll House stood behind him—all black brick and metallic gold outlines around a towering black and gold checkered roof. A huge billboard hung above the place and displayed a big doll house with shapely nude women peeking out of the windows. Music boomed inside. Anytime a man opened the door as he walked in, a heavy-hitting bass filled the parking lot. Several males had left due to the club closing down for me, during these designated hours.

I did my best at an innocent smile. “I just need two hours here and then—”

“I can’t, Ms. Montgomery.”

“You have to.”

“I can’t. We have to stick to the schedule.”

“We’re talking two hours.”

He glanced over his shoulder and surveyed the parking lot. “This doesn’t look like a good neighborhood.”

No other business, but two bars were located on the block. Broken glass littered the corner. Vacant lots and abandoned factories surrounded the area. However, expensive cars crowded the front. Vivian had discovered the club and claimed that it was the most talked about spot in the city of Miami—the area where the tourists didn’t go.

We both hoped to keep this surprise away from the paparazzi, but not be in a dump either.

The Doll House seemed to be the best option. We called the manager. He agreed to let me rent the place out for the day as well as hire four of his hottest dancers. His top girl was going to give me a sensual routine to a song named “Seduction”. The other girls would dance in the background of the stage to add to the erotic performance.


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