Me: I hope you sleep well.
He pulls out his phone, stares at it with a frown, then slides it back into his pocket.
Irritation bubbles in my chest as I watch him laugh and dance with his friend, ignoring me like I don’t matter.
An unhappy smile stretches my face.
Hill will pay for that. I told him I want everything from my men. He’s mine, so he will give me everything.
Even if I have tomakehim give me everything.
Chapter Eight
Hill
I feeleyes on me the entire time I’m in the club. It’s heady to know that people are staring at my body and how I move on the dance floor.
Lucian bumps me with his hip, a wide smile on his face and his hands in the air. I grin at him as I watch him dance and unwind.
It’s been a while since we’ve gone out together and even longer since we’ve had a good time.
The music in this club is fantastic, a mix of newer hits and old school music that sends a wave of nostalgia through me.
My phone buzzes in my pocket and I pull it out, but I don’t answer Menace’s text.
I hate that I lied to him. We’ve talked just about every day, and I think we’re building something real, but this is for me. I needed this. I needed a night where I could be who I want to be. Just one.
I’ll message him tomorrow. He’ll understand. Besides, it’s not like we’re exclusive. He’s a world-famous model. I’m under no delusion that I might be his flavor of the month until he finds someone on his level.
But something niggling inside me tells me that might not be true. The way he touched me, kissed me, fucked me…that’s not indicative of a man that only wants a fling.
Unfortunately, I have to be realistic. Menace is in a different stratosphere than I am.
Lucian bumps me again, snapping me from my thoughts. “Come on. Dance with me!”
With a high-pitched laugh, I wrap my arms around him, and we groove to the music.
A set of hands land on my waist and I push back against the man dancing with me. Lucian fades into the crowd, leaving me alone with my suitor. A drink appears in front of me, and I take it gladly.
Lips brush my ear and I shiver. “I haven’t seen you here before,” he says. “You come here often?”
Turning my head slightly, I answer, “Never. You?”
“A time or two. I’m glad you’re here tonight.”
“Me too.”
“What’s your name?” he shouts over the music.
“Hill. Yours?”
“Todd. Great to meet you. You look amazing tonight.”
“Thank you!”
I tip up the drink, my throat moving as I gulp. I feel more than see the man’s smile as I bring the glass to my lips again and again.
The song changes twice as we continue to move together, his hands tight on my body as I work my hips.
