Her toe twists on the ground, and she doesn’t elaborate.
She’s right, I don’t know her father. I don’t know her either. But something about the stress in her shoulders tells me her dad must not be much better than Tate if she’d rather help some random kid steal a video game than get questioned for it.
She tugs her lower lip between her teeth. “It was an accident, I swear. If Dad—”
“Give me the game.” I holdout my hand.
Her eyes widen as she shakes her head. “You can’t take it. They’ll think you did it, and you’ll get in trouble.”
“What’s a little bit of trouble?” I shrug. “Besides, I don’t mind.”
“Why?”
Because it’s what they expect of me.
Because if Mom’s done fighting the inevitable, then maybe I am too.
Because there’s this knot inside me, and nothing loosens it.
I don’t say any of those things. I lean in close—too close—because I can’t help it. She looks like a storm, but she smells like sunshine. Like a clear day and a fresh breeze.
I lower my mouth to her ear, snatching the game from her hand. “Because now you owe me, princess.”
Her cheeks pinken as I pull back. She’s a sight I could stare at all day. Instead, I slip around the building, before the cops turn the corner, into the awaiting arms of law enforcement. My stepdad is going to beat my ass until I can’t see straight for getting in trouble with the cops for a second time this month, but I can’t find it in me to care.
Not when I watch the dark-haired girl slip from between the buildings, running away with a smile on her face.
I never even got her name, but at least she’s safe.
1
Chaos
Present Day
I love a girlwilling to take her clothes off.
There’s nothing more beautiful than tits in my face and a naked body riding my lap.
It’s times like this I wonder why I give a fuck about the need for professional boundaries between me and the girls who work at the strip club. Even the ones simply auditioning, like Tiffany is right now.
Her long red nails rake down my legs while she slowly grinds her ass over my hard cock. She knows exactly what she’s doing. I’d like to grab her platinum blonde hair, shove her face down on the stage, and fuck her.
But I won’t.
I don’t fuck the girls who work for me—orwillwork for me. Not because I give a shit about how it might look toeveryone else, but because it’s always too much drama. Learned that lesson once.
Actually, I learned that lesson a few times before it sank in. But still, I figured it out eventually.
Tiffany spins around, shoving her firm tits in my face, and I’m a blessed man. God could smite me right now for the things I’ve done, and it would be worth it to die like this. Even if it’s borderline torture, considering there’s no relief at the end of it.
When I get back to the clubhouse, I’m going to need to shove my cock down a patch bunny’s throat to take the edge off. Not that anything seems to do the trick lately. I’ve been chasing one high after another since I got out of prison, but nothing works.
Nothing fills this empty pit widening inside me.
“That’s enough.” I clear my throat, putting an end to Tiffany’s audition before I break one of my rules.
Her smile widens when she climbs off my lap and notices me adjusting myself. It’s a compliment, really. She’s good at what she does, and she should be proud of the fact that she’s able to get me this riled up. Working here, I’ve done and seen it all.
