11:15pm, can’t help it. Filing the roster away I pour a Black Doris Plum Cider by Good George and kick my feet up on the desk and watch him and his group.
Doesn’t take long before women mill at the velvet rope that sections off the VIP area from the rest of the bar. My club is dark, black walls that have small tubes of electric blue lights, black furniture with sliver metal tables and a bar that sits in the middle of the club. It’s a huge oval with a mirror, glass top and a wall of glass shelves.
I watch these little girls, so hard up and starved for attention, as they all give him the eye. You’re Jayden James and we wanna suck ya dick.
Agrhh, yuck.
Jealousy hits me and it annoys me. It’s the same feeling as I had this morning when I saw the woman wrap herself around him just like these bitches are doing right now and he’s lapping it up. His gaze looks around. He’s been doing that since he got here and sat down scanning the bar for me. Biting my lip, with my drink in hand, my eyes follow him. Running my finger over the mouse zooming in slightly on his face it’s like he knows that I’m watching. He looks up at the security camera and winks at me.
My cheeks flame red at the same time my insides combust.
Chapter Five
Jayden
I saw her this morning. I fucking know I did. I’d know those smoldering eyes and that delicate body anywhere. Granted, I’ve only seen her once but fuck, last night she took more than my damn senses. She owned me, and I haven’t been able to shake her. She’s like a fucking drug I need a hit of twenty-four fucking seven.
And here I am looking around this club, snorting coke and drinking with hoes hoping she will rock up with my Jack so I can convince her that sitting on my dick is a great pastime.
I look up at a camera that’s pointed in my area sending it a wink like I know she’s on the other side of it.
I will have her; she’s just making me work for it.
“Bro, where you at?” a voice hits me, cutting through the thoughts of her on my dick as my lips attack her white flesh.
“Bro?”
“Yo, what the fuck you want?” I bark out annoyed that the image is gone disappearing into thin air around me.
“Fuck, Bro, chill. Here taste this, it has E crushed in it.”
My eyes fall to the mirror my mate is passing me with a rolled-up bill.
“Yeah, Jay, take a line and let’s party.” Snapping my eyes to the bitch on my right I look at her tits pushed nearly out of her top. If you took off that push up bra, that is three sizes too small, her tits would be saggy bags of skin with her bottle blonde hair falling around her in a broken jagged mess. Fucking disgusting.
My fingers snap out and curl around her mouth forming an ‘O’.
“Bitch, please, shut ya fucking mouth and piss off.” I push her face back. Shock covers her face and her cheeks flush red as she sinks back in the booth seat. “What you are hoping sinking back like that will make you disappear into it. I don’t need you bitch; you need me. My dick will have any hole and it’s up to me which one.” Cracking my knuckles, I look at her. Her eyes are glassy, her skin clammy. “Bitch, you’re a mess.”
Leaning down I cut the powder a little finer placing my finger over one nostril, the bill in the other, sniffing the powder deep into my nose. Repeating the process on the other side dropping the bill and pinching my nose as I fall back on the seat my eyes roll back as the euphoric feeling of drugs hit my blood stream and takes me far away from this fucking place. Images of the black-haired beauty engulf me as I ride this wild ride out. The clubs in house DJ’s beat thrums inside my blood causing my body to hum.
“Still testing fate, I see, James Dean wanna be.” That voice, that fucking voice.
“Wasn’t last night enough?” It’s music to my ears. The sweet voice in my head swimming with the drugs just the way I like it.
“I saw you,” I breathe out not opening my eyes.
“I see you fucking everywhere, and I will make you come on my dick and then I may just marry your ass if you’re lucky enough.”
I hear a sharp intake of air and a whimper from my right.
“Bitch, please. You’re a groupie high on band dick. You’re not wife material,” My voice violent.
“Oh, Hell NO, James Dean. Please, that ain’t happening.”
“It is, it will and the names Jayden.” My eyes are still shut relishing in the way her voice coats me like a hit of coke at 2am.
“Yes, I know who the fuck you are and that’s what makes this a no-go zone.” I peel my eyes open and met her ice blue ones sending a chill through my dead body. Smiling up at her while nodding my head, her body falls tense as her hand falls to her hip. I see her dig her nails into her sharp hip bone. I know I affect her. I love it.
