“Hop up, baby,” he says softly in my ear, which I do. Aiden directs me to sit in his chair and a few of the girls look at me with wide eyes as he walks around the table.
He straightens out his lapels as he places a hand on the poker table to lean in and get in Leo’s face. The man swallows thickly as he looks up at Aiden, who grins maniacally as he gets in his face and speaks loud enough for everyone at the table to hear.
“I know your feelings are hurt, aren’t they, you little cuck?” Leo’s face is red but he doesn’t speak as Aiden puts a finger in his face. “I’m going to tell you this once: she doesn’t exist to you. Don’t even fucking look at her, speak to her, or even think about her. You bring up my girl again and we’re going to have some real fucking problems. Problems bigger than your wife not getting off ’cause her husband is a pathetic, weak, little man. You got me?”
Multiple women shift on their partner’s lap, and I don’t blame them. I’m so wet from this encounter I’m clenching my thighs together.
“You’re excused. Cash out,” Aiden says to him before rounding the table and taking my hand, helping me stand before sitting back down and placing me back on his crotch. Leo doesn’t say anything back, and I’m not sure if he hated or loved Aiden telling him off. I’ve never been a part of a dynamic like that, but part of being cuckolded is being degraded.
Aiden moves my hair to fall down my back and kisses my exposed shoulder before looking around the table.
“Does anyone else have a problem?” he says and there’s a shaking of heads. If anything, it’s a look of respect from multiple men around the table.
He leans in against me so he’s only speaking to me. “Are you okay, do you want to leave?”
I shake my head no. I’m still feeling a little exposed from my reaction to Leo’s words, but I’m equally as turned on by Aiden’s. There’s a lot going on inside of me right now.
“What was it specifically that made you tense up?” Aiden says softly. To the others at the table, it probably looks like he’s just whispering nasty things to me, but I find a lot of their attention is directed elsewhere. Partly because Aiden just laid down the law, and half of the men have pretty women on their laps to occupy their time anyway.
I take a deep breath. “Little girl. I don’t like that term at all. Sean used to call me it in an insulting way, and it just brought up some less than great feelings.” He nods and brings his lips to mine and grabs my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eyes.
“You tell Daddy when something bothers you, always.” It’s not a question, it’s a rule, and I like rules. I nod my head and his grip on my chin brings his lips back to mine. “Do you want to go home?” he asks, looking over my face, trying to read my feelings.
I blink a few times, knowing that Sean would have been pissed if I asked to leave after we got all dressed up to go to an event like this. But if I’m being honest, my head is all over the place, and the idea of having everyone at this club see me that vulnerable feels like too much.
“I don’t want you to have to miss your game,” I say, and he scoffs.
“Fuck the game. What do you need?” His green eyes are soft, and it’s at this moment that I think the comparisons in my head can stop, even if most of them are in Aiden’s favor, I’m so tired of second guessing myself because I’m jaded from Sean. I’m ready to completely give myself to Aiden and that means letting the past go.
“Can we go home?”
He squeezes my hips roughly and leans into my ear. “Good girl telling Daddy what you need.”
Who would have thought the moment I knew I was absolutely in love with this man would be sitting on his lap at a sex club? I wrap my arms around his neck and rest my face against his chest, not wanting him to read my face right now. He holds me tightly, until I let go and leans in to give me a smile and a kiss before excusing us from the table.
He shows me what a good girl I am in private, and at this moment I wouldn’t want it any other way. I feel safe and truly cherished for the first time in my life, and the thought of meeting his family now has me even more nervous, because I’m never letting this man go.
24
AGAIN, WHY COULDN’T I BE AN ONLY CHILD?
I didn’t wantto scare the shit out of Jessa and take the chartered plane with my family. I am hoping things go well enough to fly back with them.
So for now, we’re getting on a commercial flight that stops in Miami before flying to North Eleuthera. At least it’s just one stop. God, I sound like a spoiled shit.
I’m grateful that Jessa is openly accepting of gifts and presents. If anything, it makes her extremely happy, and I just can’t help myself. When I hand her the new, and very pink, noise canceling headphones I got her for the flight, she just thanks me and showers me with kisses.
“Are you still feeling nervous?”
She shrugs her shoulders. “Yeah, a little. I mean, I know it doesn’t feel like it, but this is still new, and I want your family to like me.”
“They will, I promise.”
“Lincoln didn’t seem to like me.”
I shake my head and make a note to punch my brother in the arm when we get to the house. “Linc is just a fucking asshole and he had been drinking, it had nothing to do with you.”
She nods, and I take her hand in mine. “They’re going to love you.”
