I tried to keep my cool as I stepped out of my car and headed into my club.
I didn’t have the capacity to handle the crazy shit Melina was talking about over the phone, so I told her I was on my way, and she could explain herself when I arrived.
As soon as I walked inside, I saw Sanya behind the bar, giving instructions to the new bartender. The last one I had decided his life was more important than serving drinks to rowdy gun-slinging celebrities.
I didn’t blame him, though. Although bullets flying in the air and shit getting tossed across the room didn’t bother me, I could see how it would be a little traumatizing for others.
Honestly, I was surprised that any of my staff came back. But to show my appreciation, I gave them all a hefty raise and bonus.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ocean.” Sanya forced a grin.
I could tell she was annoyed, and as soon as I saw Melina behind the bar, staring at herself in her phone, I knew why.
The bar was Sanya’s territory, and she hated when anyone else stepped into it. Especially Melina. Her ass didn’t know shit about making drinks. Hell, she barely knew how to manage thepeople waiting tables. But I had to give her something to do to make her feel important.
I gave Sanya a quick head nod, then turned my attention to the pain in her ass. “Melina. My office.”
Grinning like she’d just been told that I was going to fuck her in front of everybody, Melina strolled from behind the bar.
She made a point to look at Sanya on the way.
Thankfully, Sanya ignored her.
As soon as we were in my office and the door shut behind us, I snatched her arm and slammed her against it.
My hand gripped her neck, my lips hovering over hers. “Now, what the fuck were you talking about on the phone?”
She tucked her bottom lip between her teeth, making no attempt to hide how turned on she was. In fact, she hiked up her skirt just to make it clear.
I snatched it down. “Nah, none of that until you let me know what the fuck you were talking about.”
“Ocean, I think it’s time. You and I have been messing around for months. You know how I feel about my husband. It’s nowhere near what I feel about you. I need a man that can take care of me.”
I wanted to laugh in her face. She wanted something I would never give her.
But I stayed silent.
Now wasn’t the time to tell her that she should’ve been more selective in choosing a husband. Or that money shouldn’t have been her main focus in the first place.
Nah, I would save that shit for later.
Right now, she just needed to be given a reason to keep her mouth shut.
I returned my hand to her neck, this time caressing it slowly. “Now isn’t the right time for all that, baby.”
“Why not? I shouldn’t have to hide what’s real? My husband and I barely have sex, and when we do, it’s so...I don’t know...safe. I don’t want safe,” she shoved her hand in my pants.
The moment her hand circled my dick, my eyes closed.
She stroked slowly.
“This, this is what I want, and I want this shit all the time.”
“I know you do,” I whispered. “And you can have it anytime you want.”
“Can I?”
“Yeah.”
