Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18683 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 93(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 62(@300wpm)
He’s wearing a pair of relaxed jeans and a white T-shirt that hugs his thick biceps, with a simple gold chain.
“Boss?” Damien says, clearly surprised by this man’s presence. “What are you doing here? I thought you were gone for the night.”
The man ignores Damien and advances on me, his eyes locked on me the entire time. I can’t even move, but the feelings running through me are nothing like the ones I felt when I first met Damien. There’s something else going on inside me—something I like.
“And who are you?” he asks me. He sounds like he actually cares too.
“D-Diamond.”
“Not your stage name,” he replies. “Your real name.”
I’m sweating. This man is not a threat to me. I don’t know how I know that, but I do, and still for some reason, I’m extremely nervous around him, like he’s going to ask me to go to the movies with him or something.
“Tilly,” I reply softly. “My name is Tilly.”
“Tilly,” he replies, almost as though he’s speaking to himself. “Well, Tilly, my name is Colt. Let’s get you dressed and get you out of here. You’re not going with any VIPs tonight, and you’re not going on that stage again either. Damien, give her her money back.”
“But boss—”
“Give it back to her!” Colt snaps.
Damien, clearly unhappy at being treated this way in front of a woman, frowns but bites his tongue as he digs through his pocket to find the money he stole from me a moment ago. I make sure to avert my eyes and keep my mouth shut as I take it back from him.
The next thing I know, Colt is taking my hand in his. I’ve never felt safer in my life.
“All right,” he says. “Let’s get you out of here.”
“What… Can I ask what just happened?” I say. “Who are you, Colt?”
“I’m the owner of this shithole,” he replies. “And you’re done for the night.”
2
Colt
I’m burning for her. Jesus fucking Christ, she’s an absolute thing of beauty. She should be married to some king or queen or something, and yet somehow the universe allowed her to walk that beautiful ass into my slimy club tonight.
The world just does not make sense. If only I’d been here to stop her.
She’s got a body that could be sculpted into something belonging in a museum. Every inch of her is pure perfection. Not only that, but there’s an innocence about her too. She hasn’t been jaded, unlike every other girl who comes in here looking to make money.
Could she be…?
No, that’s impossible. Girls who come to clubs like this aren’t innocent. It’s all an act.
But then why is she looking at me that way? Why is she holding on to my hand like a scared little girl would hold on to her father? Why is she looking up at me with those scared, wide eyes?
She’s afraid of being here, afraid of what Damien just asked her to do, but she’s got a body that she could make a killing with. A body that’s causing me to stiffen beneath my pants. She’s barely wearing anything, and I can’t help myself from picturing her in even less.
I just want to pull that tiny little bikini bottom aside and get a glimpse of whatever she’s got underneath…
Christ, I’m a bad man, but at the same time, there’s no way in hell I’m going to let her stay here with the rest of these scoundrels.
“Damien, what the hell were you thinking?”
Damien looks up at me.
“Boss?”
“You know we don’t put girls out on stage until they’ve been properly trained.”
He stares at me. Blinks. “We don’t?”
“I leave for one night and you start breaking protocol,” I scoff, shaking my head. Damien’s looking at me like I’ve lost my mind, but that’s fine. There will be time to explain later. For now, I just need to get Tilly the hell out of here. “There will be no more dancing and definitely no VIP nonsense for her tonight. I—”
“Colt, sir,” Tilly interrupts. “I…is that really necessary? I really can’t afford not to be working right now.”
“Don’t worry, Tilly,” I reply. “I’ll take care of you for the time being.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Damien looking at me like I’ve lost my mind. Tilly’s eyes go wide in disbelief.
“Seriously? I…I don’t even…I don’t know what to say.”
“You don’t need to say anything,” I tell her. “You have a place planned out to stay tonight?”
“I was going to rent a room at the motel down the street—”
I try not to visibly shudder. “Go get your things and meet me in my office at the top of those stairs.” I point. “You’re staying with me tonight.”
Jesus, even her voice is like music. I can’t even imagine what she would sound like moaning as I plunged my cock in and out of her.