CHAPTER 37HUGH
CHAPTER 37
HUGH
“I still don’t understand why we couldn’t just go to Per Diem or the Royal Exchange.”
We’d just walked in, and Lucian was mad confused that I’d suggested this place for drinks. What he didn’t know was that we were on a mission. I’d considered letting Lucian know about the plan ahead of time, but I had a feeling he’d lose his shit early and ruin the fun.
Part of me was glad that they were going out and having a good time after last week, but this speed dating shit wasn’t on my list of a good time. We walked to the bar, and I looked over toward the signs and the roped-off area. Everyone was shuffling around, and I spotted her. There’s no way I wasn’t punishing my Little Menace for this, and thankfully I had just the means to start punishing her now.
Turning my wrist, I touched the screen twice and pumped the vibrator up to fifteen percent, when she reached out to grab some asshole’s hand. She jolted and smacked her hand against the table. She gave a wild glance around the room and grabbed his hand anyway.
Lucian was lazily stretched out on the seat. He flagged down the bartender and ordered two bourbons.
“You really kept your cool earlier,” I said, taking a small glance to see Denise’s lips pursed together. I took pity on her and turned the vibrator down a touch.
“Yeah, so did you,” Lucian said, ducking the compliment.
“Any idea why he lost his shit?” I asked.
“Nah, the only thing I can think of is that she was his side piece. I have a question out to my guy. I’ll figure it out soon enough.”
The bartender came back with our bourbons. She batted her eyelashes at him, but he didn’t even notice. The girl’s shoulders slumped a bit as she wandered away.
I sipped my bourbon and sighed.
“So, you and Julian?”
“What about him?” Lucian grumbled. I gave him a look and he said, “It’s nothing.”
My gaze fell over his shoulder again, and he turned around to follow my gaze. Half the bar startled as his barking laugh filled the room.
“Oh. I get it. You’re doing some stalker shit.”
“Maybe,” I replied, throwing my arm over the back of the chair.
I was happy watching her, knowing her pussy was getting wet for only me while she talked to this dude that probably bench-pressed both his mama and his daddy at age nine.
“Why is your girl over there on a date?” Lucian asked, still laughing. The cocky smirk on his face was far too much. I matched it and took a bigger sip of my bourbon, loving the way that the smoky oak played along my tongue.
I shrugged, knowing he was about to change his tone in a second.
“I don’t know, why is yours?” I pointed as the buff dude leaned back in his seat and gave a clear view of Cleo smiling and nodding at something the guy across from her said.
“Nigga, what?!” Lucian yelled, standing. Half the room was being nosey as fuck, and I shook my head.
“Relax. Storming over there ain’t gonna fix your problem,” I gestured to his seat, and his face was screwed up as he glared at me with those glacial eyes.
“Fuck that,” he said, grabbing his glass and walking over to the girls.
I threw down a stack of hundreds and grabbed my glass. Here this fool went, fucking up the plan. Ah well, all that meant was having my fun sooner rather than later. And I was definitely going to have fun tonight.