Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63444 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 317(@200wpm)___ 254(@250wpm)___ 211(@300wpm)
Like right now, I’m not being very nice to this couple that are causing issues at the club.
What are they doing?
Testing my patience.
I giggle to myself.
Sounds ominous. I bet you’re very patient.
My body warms thinking about how patient Ledger was with me the night I was attacked.
Sometimes
What are you up to tonight? What did you have for dinner?
No big dinner. Just a turkey sandwich earlier when I was at my father’s.
I’ll probably grab a burger later from the club’s kitchen.
I love burgers. It’s one of my favorite foods.
Really? I wouldn’t have pictured that.
I giggle more.
What would you picture me liking?
Something other than a burger.
What’s your favorite food?
That’s easy. Steak. Med-rare. Side of potatoes.
So typical.
How so?
I love how we don’t have to talk about anything really. Just a nice relaxing conversation. And after the night I’ve had, that’s what I need right now.
Normal.
Safe.
Chapter 7
Ledger
It’s been a little while since I’ve received a text from Posey, and I head down to the kitchen of Club Greed.
“Can you make me a burger?” I ask John, the head chef.
“Sure thing,” he says back.
I wander around the back area of the club, checking my phone every so often. I need to stop. I look like a lovesick teenager, constantly checking their phone.
I’m obsessed.
“I’ve been looking for you,” Adele says, walking up behind me.
“What’s up?”
“That couple you dealt with earlier are causing issues again.”
I shake my head. Normally, with the prices Dev charges for membership, we rarely have anyone acting out of hand.
But this is a new member, and his wife, and I guess they’re not familiar with club policy.
I head back over to where John is cooking my burger. “I’ll be back for that.”
I follow Adele to the bar, where the couple sits, harassing other patrons.
“Mr. Stevens, I said you’d have to behave yourself for the rest of the evening, or I’ll be asked to escort you out. Revoking your membership in the process.”
“I’m just having some fun,” Mr. Stevens says, one arm wrapped around his wife. “Precious here just wants a little action with the bartender.”
I glance over at Joey behind the bar, and he rolls his eyes. “I’m sorry, but Joey has a job to do. We ask that you and your wife move along. Maybe you want to visit one of the community rooms.”
Mr. Stevens stands. He’s a man with all the confidence in the world. But he doesn’t intimidate me. Money will do that to a person. He smooths down his suit and smiles. “I can offer the bartender a lot of money to play with my wife. He’d be a fool not to accept. She’s fucking gorgeous.”
I glance over at Mrs. Stevens, taking in her features, all sculpted by a surgeon's scalpel. With so much plastic surgery, it’s a wonder she doesn't melt. “What you do with the bartender when he’s off work is your business, but while he’s on the clock, he stays behind the bar.”
Mr. Stevens gives me a once over. “Maybe you’d like to play with my wife instead?”
The amount of times this offer is made to me is too many to count. And the answer is always the same. Thank you for the offer, but not tonight. Maybe some other time.
But this asshole is pissing me off, and I want him to know I won’t tolerate it. I lean in close to him, it’s an intimidation technique, and I look him square in the eyes. “You have thirty seconds to get the fuck out of this club tonight and I won’t revoke your membership.”
The man steps back, looking appalled. “Well, I’ve never…” his words fall away when I step closer.
“Fifteen seconds.”
“Come on, Precious. Let’s go.” He wraps an arm around his wife and together they leave the club.
I watch as they head out the door, hopefully having a better attitude when they return next time. I stride back into the kitchen and grab my burger and make my way up to the office on the top floor.
All I want to do is eat in peace, and for this night to be over.
I lock my door and sit in the chair behind the desk, getting myself ready to take the biggest bite of my burger. Before I can, my phone beeps.
Most men will pick steak as their favorite thing to eat. Be original.
I laugh before taking a bite of my burger. It is good, but not something I would consider my favorite meal. As I eat, I stare at the past messages between Posey and me and remember how I felt when she revealed it’s been forever since she’s had sex.
Are her and Bane not having…I can’t even finish the thought. I don’t want to go there.
Maybe she meant she’s a virgin, but I can’t imagine that either.
Maybe she’s religious, wanting to wait until her wedding night.
Bane doesn’t strike me as the type of man to wait. So, her text causes a million thoughts to race through my mind, but I push it away because I shouldn’t be talking to her about her sexual life anyway.