Chapter 13
Don’t make me ask twice…
Dallas
Sitting at my desk trying to do anything other than think about Delaney, I watched the cameras at the club entrance, pretending not to wish it was her every single time a dark-haired woman walked through the door.
I never let anyone get under my skin but since last week Delaney has crawled under and laid dormant there.
I have all the resources at my disposal, I could easily track her down and convince her to come back to my playroom and scratch this irritating itch, but the thought of having her beneath me and it being temporary seemed to throw me off my habitual ‘one-time’ routine.
Having someone in your bed or on their knees for you more than once causes chaos emotionally.
I always have the discussion of expectations, everything laid out on the table before any session but nothing additional to offer, yet out of nowhere the possibility of giving all me to Delaney overwhelmed me internally in the greatest way.
It wasn’t the fear of loving someone that prevented me from any real connection, it was the fear of losing them that crippled any chance at true happiness for me.
Instead of love, I’ve searched for lust and the next mouth to slide my cock into to keep me satisfied enough not to think too hard about my losses.
It’s worked so far but something switched when I met Delaney and now my rhythm seems off.
A small knock at the door disrupted my ruminating thoughts. I didn’t expect any visitors nor had I called for anyone, so the knock was unexpected.
“Enter,” I commanded, sitting back in my chair. As the door slowly opened I could see the well-manicured fingers of a woman holding the door frame, but nothing else. The door slowly creaked open to reveal a red headed woman dressed in a trench coat and heels.
“Good evening Mr. Kingston,” she cooed, leaning against the door frame teasing the straps that held her coat closed concealing what I imagined to be a curvy body underneath.
I cleared my throat, “Hello, Miss…?” I questioned, wondering who let her in here. For this reason, I have security at all entrances in the back of the club.
“Jasmine,” she said, licking her lips seductively.
“Miss Jasmine,” I gestured for her to sit in the chair in front of my desk. “What can I do for you?”
She smirked and squinted her eyes. Pushing off of the door frame she walked toward me using her foot to close the door behind her.
Her hands were busy with unfastening her coat.
She walked past the chair I intended for her and walked around my desk.
I turned to face her. She dropped her coat to pool at her feet, exposing just what I suspected.
A beautifully toned, curvy, tattooed body.
She dropped to her knees and started to unfasten my belt.
In any other circumstance it would be exactly what I needed but looking down at this woman was doing nothing for me.
I wasn’t aroused in the least bit, there was no movement in my cock. There was nothing.
I reached down, and with my finger, I tilted the woman’s head to meet my eyes,
“Who sent you in here?” I asked, confused mostly, but also curious of who this woman was and why she was about to choke down my cock.
She became visibly nervous and all the flirtatious edge she displayed in the beginning dissipated.
She opened her mouth to speak but closed it again thinking better about what she was to say.
Her eyes started to water like she was fighting back tears.
Something was seriously wrong with this situation.
I reached down, retrieved her coat and wrapped it around her.
I stood and gestured for her to take my seat as I leaned against my desk hovering over her.
“So this could go one of two ways, Miss… I’m assuming your real name isn’t Jasmine,”
She shook her head looking down into her lap. There was a noticeable tremble in her hands.
“Okay, fair enough. Who sent you?” she shook her head again refusing to answer the question.
“What is your name? Your real name?” she shook her head again.
I slammed my hand down on the desk loudly, the sound vibrated off of the walls.
“You either willingly tell me what I want to know or I’ll have my security take you to the basement and make you, and they won’t be so nice,” I warned.
I would never allow my men to hurt a woman but she doesn’t know that. I couldn’t just let her go without any information because, obviously, someone sent her, but I wasn’t sure why. I am not one to be played for a fool.
Grabbing each arm of the chair I leaned down, leaving only an inch between our faces.
“Don’t make me ask twice,” I growled.
I stood back up, pulled my cell from my breast pocket and dialed Jacob.
“Jacob, my office.” I ended the call and turned my attention back to the beautiful woman in my chair.
“It’s a pity, this beautiful face,” I grabbed her face, pinching her cheeks in my hand, “won’t be so pretty in a few minutes.
” She instinctively reached up grabbing my wrists.
I didn’t squeeze hard, just a light pinch to keep her attention.
“Okay, okay, I’ll tell you…but only if you promise to let me go unharmed after I do.”
I nodded and swiped my hand, gesturing for her to start talking already.
“My name is Lindsey Liles, I work for Teddy Bishop.” That name slipped out of her mouth and I was instantly raging.
Teddy was an acquaintance from back home.
I would never blame another person for my own actions, but let’s just say Teddy was a big influence in my downfall.
Shortly after I moved to L.A. and opened Club Crawl, I was told he had followed behind me.
I didn’t think twice about his decision.
Lots of people come to L.A. to do things with their lives in search of success.
I wished him all the best until he came to the club looking for me.
He caused a huge scene when he was denied entrance.
Last I heard, his company was filing for bankruptcy.
I had no idea what he wanted by sending in hot escorts to see me.
“Okay, princess, I’m gonna need a bit more information than that,” I tilted my head in an antagonistic gesture. She won’t be leaving until I have answers.
“All I know is, I was supposed to come here, take a shot in the mouth, and bring back some DNA. Once I provided the sample, I would be paid for the Job,” she looked away, her face red with embarrassment.
I nodded.
Jacob came rushing into my office with his gun drawn. He picked up on my signal. I’d have to talk to him about being a bit more subtle. He’s still new to the little family we’ve established here, and so far, he’s been a great asset, just a little excitable.
“Jacob, put your gun down and escort Miss Lindsey here home.”
* * *
I tucked myself in the driver’s seat of my blacked out Ferrari 812 GTS.
I pulled onto the desolate slab of asphalt and put my foot to the floor.
The engine roared before it climbed in speed.
The wind brushing my hair as I let the top down to enjoy the solidarity of the early morning hours.
I was ready to get to my penthouse to rest my mind.
Maybe work out some tension in my in home gym before I try to get some sleep.
I can deal with Teddy and his bullshit tomorrow.
Trying not to let Teddy’s unknown intentions get to me.
For the time being he’s no threat to me.
Jacob and the rest of the team were ready to suit up and retaliate, but I like to play chess, not checkers.
We will wait and be strategic with our moves if any is needed.
Who knows, this one incident may be isolated. Teddy always did scare easily.