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How many times does it take for a girl to say she’s not interested?

“No, Jayden,” I say, correcting my stance to stand a little taller.

The door swings open, and a couple of dancers giggle as they pass us. Jayden purses his lips and nods his head, his eyes narrowing just slightly as he walks backwards towards the door.

I turn and head straight for my car, already planning the next city I’ll be staying in.

Chapter 14

Xander

Where the fuck did she go?

As soon as her torturous set finished, I ran to the office, looking through the CCTV to track down her movements around the club tonight. And not once have any cameras picked her up.

My hands tremble as my eyes ping to every camera angle in this club. I want to see her. Need to see her. We have cameras in every single corner of his club, and if she’s not here, she must’ve left.

I know that performance was for me. She was exploring. Testing. Seeing how I would react to her little show. If I wasn’t studying every graceful movement she made, I would’ve missed the part where I clocked she was dancing for me. The way her viridian eyes were stuck to me the whole time did nothing to tame the dire need to rip her off the stage.

I keep denying myself. It would be so easy to have her. To make her mine in every sense of the word.

But I’ll make her crave me the same way I crave her. Even if that means chaining her up and locking her away.

She will be mine.

I can still see it clearly. Her green bodysuit that didn’t even attempt to cover any portion of her ass. The way she ground on the pole in front of me, that pathetic piece of scrap barely covering her little cunt.

But something switched in her at the end.

I lock the cameras, rushing out of the club and to my McLaren. Camila’s car is gone, and I fucking hope she’s gone straight home.

My car roars to life, and I waste no time pulling out onto the roads.

I enter the gated area. Her car is already parked, and when I look to where I know her room is, the lights are off, but her window is open—like an invitation.

I slide the hood of my jumper over my head and exit the car. There’s no way I’m getting in through the front door. Last time was just luck. There’s a keypad to the side; you can only get in with a code or a key. Neither of which I have.

Craning my neck up, I assess whether I’ll be able to climb up to the sixth floor.

My Angel left without even saying goodbye. I’m getting inside one way or another.

The small cat she was carrying earlier flashes in my mind, immediately making me inwardly cringe. I hope that wasn’t hers.

It’s a long way up, but I start my climb to her open window. I find any grip I can on each windowsill, praying that no one is awake at this time of night. I finally reach her window, heaving myself up inside. It’s dark aside from the yellow light of the streets casting shadows into what looks like a kitchenette. It’s clean, and there’s nothing in sight. Nothing that would be of significance to her life. No picture frames, no personal items left lying about. If I didn’t know this was her apartment, I wouldn’t think anyone lived here.

Moving through the compact space, I keep my footsteps light, undetectable. It’s completely silent, which tells me she’s probably asleep.

Something scrapes on the carpet behind me as I inch towards a closed door that looks like it might be a bedroom. Turning, I cast my gaze to the floor next to a doorframe and almost jump out of my skin at the sight of that small, black cat she was holding this morning. Its beady little eyes snap up to me, and the scraping stops.

“Stay the fuck where you are,” I warn lowly. I don’t know how deep of a sleeper Camila is, but that little shit could’ve woken her up and got me caught.

It sits, tail swaying behind it, little pea-head tilting to the side. Those ears pointing straight on the top of its head make it look like the Devil sent one of his minions to keep me away from Camila.

I scrunch my nose towards it, waving my hand in the opposite direction to it in an attempt to get it to go away. It lifts on its hind legs to all fours and steps towards me.

“No,” I say slowly, backing away.

It has the audacity to meow back at me.