Fuck, maybe if I were like Hollis, a good guy helping the community, making a difference and changing lives with businesses that helped the community and its residents thrive, I wouldn’t have been sitting in the shadows for just a mere glimpse of her. I wouldn’t be hiding in the darkness as I followed her around. Or if I were like Victor and Jonas, business owners, good ones, even if they dealt in a couple of murky, shadier things on the side. Or like Trager, who owned his own tech company and did freelance cyber security whenever the mood struck him or the offer was worth his time.
But I wasn’t like them.
My hands were dirty and stained with the past.
Music started to play. The light beat filled my veins, and then the lyrics started to warm my body.Take you like a drug.... taste you on my tongue.I swallowed, and without thinking, I turned. Jade was on stage, her back on the ground, arched as her legs rose and fell to the beat.
Slow.
Precise.
She rolled over onto her belly and stuck that pretty ass in the air, and with a wink, she smiled out at the crowd before jumping to her feet. She stepped around the pole, one pretty, toned leg in front of the other; they seemed endless and so damned toned in those sexy stilettos. I leaned against the counter, my shoulders on the Italian marble Jonas had insisted he needed there. Nothing and no one else existed for me in that moment. She spun a pigtail around her finger over and over while walking about before she took hold of the pole and spun.
Fuck, she was brilliant.
Stunning.
The way she spun around and around the pole, showing off the control she had of her body as her ass flashed here and therebefore landing on her feet.Go ahead and cry…the song went on,nobody does it like you do. I know you got daddy issues. If you were my little girl, I’d do whatever I could do.
The lyrics hit way too close to home. It was like a love letter someone else had written for me to her.
You ask me what I’m thinking about…Her. All ever did now was think about her.
Unknowingly, Jade kept dancing on stage. Lifting her pleated skirt here and there, giving the men down below a glimpse of what was mine as cash flew in the air and landed on the hardwood at her feet.
She was sexy. My sweetest obsession as she pranced about like my little girl, moving in a way I knew I would make her do for only me one day. Or I’d imagine it at home once she was safely tucked away in her room, a floor above mine.
I’d run away and hide with you.The thought fueled the need in my veins, making my cock throb at the idea. She started to untie the little white collared top she had on, and the breath in my lungs seized inside my chest. I’d watched her every damn day she worked. I could fucking paint her if I wanted to because I’d memorized every angle, curve, and shape of her body.
But her tits?
I had a feeling I could stare at them without blinking over two lifetimes and every damn time would feel like the first.
Just as the song started to end, her eyes connected with mine from across the club, and I froze. I should have turned around. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t. I felt like a goddamn moth pinned down for her sole attention.
And I knew she saw me.
Her movements on the stage stuttered for a moment, her fluid dancing stalling for a split second, but it was enough to know. We blinked, and it felt like time stopped. Nothing elseexisted around us. For a breath, we were the only two people in the club. I didn’t dare look away.
“Look at me, Jade,” I silently pleaded. “Look at daddy,” I demanded dirtily. She bit down on her plump bottom lip that was stained red almost like she heard me. Like she could see right through me. Like she recognized the animal, the monster leaning against the bar that she owned mind, body and soul.
You’re mine, baby girl,the beast in me roared, and I knew whatever fight I’d been trying to put up to keep her at arm’s length would be one I’d lose.You’re daddy’s sweet girl.
Because at the end of the day, Jade Whitlock was mine.
Only mine.
And her time was up.
THREE
JADE
“That was a hot song.” Kitty winked as she wrapped herself up in a sheer robe with fur lined at the end of the sleeves and hem that danced just above the ground. The robe left nothing to the imagination when it came to the deep red micro bikini she wore beneath it.
“Thanks,” I said as I moved to my locker.
“I’m going to hit the floor. Need me to send a drink?” Kitty offered. I swallowed.
