I almost feel guilty leading her on, but I’m out of time and out of options, and handing Lauralyn over is never going to happen. If anyone’s touching the princess, it’s me.
“Now, are you ladies ready for the tour?”
“I’m ready,” Portia purrs. “I’ve heard so much about Elysium. I’ve always been curious if it’s real or not.”
Our private club is very real, but these girls will not be entering. Their time with us will be spent in the lounge and dining with us over dinner, or at the bar for drinks. Knowing Hemsworth’s desire for privacy, I’m guessing most of his time with Portia will be spent in his room.
“Come, I’ll show you around.”
I give the girls the grand tour, excluding the upper floors, which are for MC members only. I show them the dance club, the casino, the restaurant, and the guest amenities. While I’m taking them around, I go over the rules, setting my expectations for the weekend. When I start explaining Lauralyn’s role, both girls’ shoulders tense. Neither look pleased by the fact that she’s going to be playing the role of my date for the weekend.
“Why doessheget to be your date?” Portia asks, crossing her arms.
“Because like I told you, you’re Hemsworth’s exact type.”
I’m not a fan of being questioned, nor do I like the attitude. “Now, let me make myself clear. If Hemsworth isn’t happy, I’m not happy. And if I’m not happy, there will be hell to pay. So, if you’re not cut out for the job, let me know now, because I’ll find someone else.”
Portia shakes her head, finally looking humbled. When she’s here, in my club, she better show some damn respect. “I’ll do whatever is asked of me, Deuce.”
“Good. And as for you.” I turn toward Lauralyn. “You’re to act like you worship the ground I walk on.” It may be hard for her to do considering her opinion of me, but I’m going to get a kick out of watching her kiss my ass all weekend long. “Anything I ask, you do. Understood?”
The princess tips her head—eagerly. Out of the two of them, I thought she’d be the one putting up a fight or giving me lip, but she looks happy to be here. We’ll see if that changes when we get behind closed doors.
“Come. We need to finish up so Sorrin can get your wardrobes sorted for the weekend.”
We ride up the elevator to where the guest suites are located. Portia will be staying in the adjoining room to Hemsworth’s suite. And Lauralyn—she’ll be staying with me.
“This is where you’ll be, Portia, unless Hemsworth says different. But this is at least where you’ll house all your belongings for the weekend. I’ll let you get settled while I go and show Lauralyn to her room. Sorrin will be up shortly with clothes for the weekend. She’s personally handpicked everything based on Hemsworth’s taste, so don’t balk at her choices.” The man likes his women to dress a little more modest, so Portia’s clothes won’t do. Her tits are practically spilling out of that shirt.
Lauralyn, on the other hand… She’s wearing an oversized sweater dress covering up every sexy inch. That won’t do either. I need to see those little tits and that fine-as-hell ass on full display. So, Sorrin will be bringing her clothes that Portia probably wears.
“Tonight will be a trial run, so meet in the bar at six.”
Slade will be on “Portia training duty” this evening, making sure she’s ready for Hemsworth. He’s going to fill her in on the man’s likes and dislikes and teach her how to read his cues. Meanwhile, I’m going to make sure the princess knows how to behave in public.
I shut the door as Portia blows me a kiss, and I lead Laur back to the elevator, entering my key card to go to my private apartment. As soon as the doors close, it feels like the space grows cramped. Like someone turned up the temperature a hundred degrees. My attention turns toward the princess, and I’m slammed with a wave of lust. She’s so fucking pretty. Her teeth anxiously nibbling on that pink lower lip. Her eyes studying the tattoos on my arm. Tiny little princess.
As if sensing my stare, she looks up. As soon as I see the blush hit her cheeks, my control snaps. I step forward, closing in, pressing her up against the wall. Those beautiful blue eyes are watching me closely, nervously. My dick is already throbbing between my legs, desperate for her attention.
“You’re mine this weekend, princess. Are you ready to obey?”
She swallows hard, nodding slowly. Those cheeks turning rosier.
“Good.” I run my thumb across her lower lip, feeling how soft it is, how tempting. I’m tempted to make her suck on it, but I want these lips wrapped around something else. “Now, be a good girl and use this pretty mouth to apologize for all the shit you said about me back in high school.”
“I’m sorry, Holt,” she whispers breathlessly. Shit. I wasn’t expecting the words. I was expecting her to kiss me. “I’m sorry I was so horrible to you. To everybody.” It actually sounds as if she means that. “I should never have listened to Collin.”
My hand tightens in her hair. “Whatever happened to that bastard? Thought you two were headed to the altar.”
“So did I,” she admits, looking angered by the thought. “When I went home for my father’s funeral, I caught him with Tara. Turns out they’d been fucking since high school.”
“Motherfucking asshole.” Her dad’s funeral? The girl was in mourning, and the prick was fucking around with her bestfriend. I’d like to put a bullet right in the center of his head. She was always too good for that prick.
“I’m sorry about your dad, Laur.” I brush the side of her cheek. “And I’m sorry for the shit I said yesterday.”
“It’s okay, Holt. You didn’t know. And after the way I treated you back in school, I deserved it.”
I feel like I’ve been struck down. The princess is taking ownership for her actions? Damn, I never thought I’d see the day.
