Me: That’s good news at least.
Wraith: This is some unhinged shit, bror.
Me: The drug addict theory is starting to feel accurate, huh?
Wraith: Definitely. Hold up.
I tense, waiting for a follow-up text. Did something happen? Did he show up? A few minutes pass before my phone buzzes again.
Wraith: A neighbor came over to talk to me. Told me apartment security was doing rounds the other night, knocking on doors asking them to keep an eye out for a suspicious van and to report it if they saw it. He said he only saw the guy leaving once but there wasn’t a note or the stuffed animal then, so this must be new.
Me: I guess that’s positive. It means we might have a good chance to find him soon.
Wraith: Agreed. I’ll keep you posted.
Me: Thanks, man.
My attention turns to the front as the MC announces Colson. I slip from behind the curtains and make my way to the back of the club where I can watch my little dancer but also keep an eye on everyone else.
Gus is near the front door, and he nods when he sees me. I settle into a corner that gives me a good view of the stage and most of the club. If anyone got wild, I could be there in seconds.
The lights dim, twinkling across the stage as the curtains pull back and the music starts. I recognize Prince singing, but I’m mesmerized by Colson’s sexy strut onto the stage. He’s wearing a silky robe that he lets fall away, revealing his tight, muscular body in a jock that hugs his incredible ass. His nipples are covered by black tape in a X pattern, and he’s wearing high-heeled boots that look painted onto his lean calves, stopping justbelow his knees. Beyond the boots, lacy stockings crawl up his legs to his thighs.
My mouth waters and my dick twitches. Fuck. Me.
The crowd is losing it, many of them on their feet already as they watch my man writhe on the floor, flipping and twisting his body sensually, teasing them with sexy, flirty winks. He meets my eyes, licking his lips as his hands slide over his cock and he rocks his hips back and forth.
As lost in him as I am, I’m still completely aware of my surroundings. So far, everyone’s minding the rules. That’s a good thing.
Colson does a backflip, slowly leaning back and lifting one long leg over his head until he plops down into splits. He rolls around the floor, pumping his hips like he’s simulating sex before shimmying back to his feet and bouncing that gorgeous ass at us.
As the song ends, Colson drags his hands up his body from his thighs to his hair. He licks his lips before sinking his teeth into the bottom one and slinking offstage.
Every man in the place is losing his shit over that performance, and rightfully so, but my chest is puffed up like a proud cock that Colson is all mine. They get to look, but I get to touch.
I get to love him.
I scan the room to check if anyone looks out of place, but everyone is laughing, talking, drinking. No one is sitting alone. That’s a good sign too.
I hurry to the back, unable to stay away a minute longer. I find Colson leaning against the wall by the dressing room, waiting for me.
He smiles when he sees me and pushes off the wall. “I knew you’d come back.”
“You are so goddamn stunning. So fucking talented. You should’ve been in the ballet.”
“Thank you. It was fun.” He steps toward me. “Wait until you see what I do on Sunday.”
“I literally can’t fucking wait.”
He smiles, but I see the tension creeping into it. “Everything good out there?”
“Yes.”
“I guess that was a dumb question. You wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t.”
“No.”
“And my apartment?”
