“How does that sound, sweetheart?”
“It gives you a bit of a self-entitlement vibe, but that’s just my opinion,” she smirked, rolling her eyes as she turned away from me. I didn’t miss how she eyed the bench, lost in thought, probably imagining that very scene. My cock twitched at the idea of having her at my mercy, mine to do with as I please.
“We should probably get back to Lacy. Your bouncer is probably giving out smoke signals by now.” She giggled at her own joke while she stepped toward the door. I blocked her path, halting her completely. I can feel her craving me, but why is she resisting my advances?
“Be honest with me. Why did you come here tonight? I know you said it was for Lacy, but there’s something else, isn’t there, sweetheart?”
I stopped to watch her struggle inwardly as she mustered the courage to reply.
She started to fidget with the hem of her dress as she lost most of the feistiness she carried only seconds ago.
Her voice was low and timid as she spoke, drawing me closer to hear her. “Have you ever felt like you were missing something? A piece of you? Like, maybe you were dealt the wrong hand?” She waited for my response before continuing.
I nodded, “All the time,”
She looked up at me with sorrow-filled eyes. “I’m searching for my missing piece.”
Her words hit me hard, but I still had questions; I was forced to suppress them when Lacy stormed through the door with Jacob in tow, breaking our focus on each other.
“Sorry Sir, she uh, well she…,” he started.
“Shewasn’t going to sit there and be passed off to this guy,” Lacy threw a thumb over her shoulder. “While you kidnapped my best friend and did God knows what to her,” Lacy snapped, taking Delaney’s arm and tugging her toward the exit. “What even is this place?” She stopped, throwing her hand at the wall that housed my equipment.
“Why don’t you stick around a while? I’d love to show you.Miss Lacy.” I teased.
Delaney knew exactly what I was implying when she let out a loud laugh that she quickly contained by intentionally clearing her throat.
“Bye, Dallas Kingston!” Lacy shouted, slamming her free hand against the exit door, pulling Delaney along with her.
Delaney looked back to catch another glance just before disappearing into the darkness.
Yes, Dallas, yesssssss…
Delaney
Feeling the leather hug my skin, I watched as the world blurred outside the passenger window of Lacy’s yellow Mercedes, going far beyond the speed limit. She always sped and somehow she’s never gotten a ticket. I don’t know how she does it but she gets out of them every single time. I’m sure the fact that she is stunning helps, with her platinum blonde hair, fair skin, bright blue eyes, and not to mention she has legs for days. Then there’s me, the polar opposite.
“Have you ever seen his face?”
“Whose? Oh God, Delaney, please don’t tell me you’re into him.” She protested.
“He’s …an arrogant, entitled, rich,” I anticipated her next words and spoke them simultaneously.
“…cocky asshole.I know, I know.” I should have known that any question about Dallas would be met with disappointment, but Lacy revealed her true motivation behind giving him so much attitude and it was all because she accidentally tooted. I smiled internally as I recalled her story about the first time she met him, the edge of my mouthcurling up in a smirk.
I turned to look at her, feeling her irritated gaze on me.
“What?!” I snapped, giggling because I knew what she might say. She might tell me he’s trouble or she’d remind me of the rumors that he is unattainable or she would warn me of his intentions. I mean, the guy does own a freaking sex club.
My heart dropped.
Who am I kidding?
I suddenly felt silly and completely embarrassed for even thinking for one second a man like that would even be into a girl like me, besides as a means to an end. I know nothing about sex, kinks, or fetishes, truthfully the only knowledge I have in that category is what I’ve learned from my fictional boyfriends and the one time I searched for porn because I was curious one night when I first moved here.
I lost my virginity in college, to Alex Mayfield. We were both from overprotective, overbearing families. We were both virgins, the only virgins in our friend group. One night we decided we would get it over with and just do it with each other. One and done, then go on about our lives.
We planned it all out, which was ironic considering the spontaneity of the situation. He came over one night that Lacy was staying over at her boyfriend’s house.
