Chapter 2 #2
With Nevaeh still sitting on the bar with me standing between her thighs, I turn around and introduce myself since apparently the dick wants to be introduced.
“I’m Ethan.” I put my hand out and the dick glares at it before shaking it. “And you are?”
Nevaeh speaks up before he can, peeking out over my shoulder. “This is my ex-boyfriend, Gerald. Gerald, this is Ethan, my boyfriend.”
Okay, so I guess I’m the boyfriend…
Turning my back on Gerald—who the fuck names their kid Gerald?
—I give Nevaeh a chaste kiss before I lift her off the bar and set her down next to me.
My arm goes around her shoulders and I tuck her into my side.
Then I lean over and give her temple a quick kiss.
She smells intoxicating, sweet mixed with a bit of sweat, probably from dancing.
I imagine her sweating underneath me while I fuck her.
I haven’t been someone’s boyfriend in over a decade, but pretending to be hers doesn’t seem like a hardship, at least not for a few minutes, so I go along with it.
“Ahh, you’re Gerald. The ex.”
“You’ve heard of me?” His chin lifts and his nose points up in the air like he’s fucking royalty. Someone needs to knock his ass off his imaginary pedestal.
“Yeah, I’ve heard of you. Although, I’m not sure why you were so eager to be introduced to the man who’s fucking your ex-girlfriend.”
Gerald’s jaw drops, and his eyes bounce back and forth between Nevaeh and me. “Bullshit!” he hisses. “Nevaeh is a virgin. She doesn’t have sex.”
Well, this just got interesting.
Nevaeh tenses, and I pull her closer into my side.
I don’t know who the fuck this guy thinks he is, but I’m about to put him in his place for Nevaeh’s sake.
Leaning toward Gerald, I say slowly, “Well, Gerald, the fact my cock has been pounding into her tight, warm fucking cunt night after night for the last year says otherwise.”
His fists tightening tells me I’ve hit a nerve, and that has me grinning. Just as he’s about to say something, Logan walks up. “What’s up, Ethan?” Logan looks from Nevaeh to me, and I know I need to end this before Logan fucks it up for this girl.
Turning to Nevaeh, I lay it on thick, knowing her ex is hanging onto every word I say. “Baby, I need to get back to work, but I’ll see you later.” I give her a wink and a quick kiss before letting go of her and walking away with Logan, who looks confused as fuck.
Once we’re out of earshot, he says, “Who was that hot chick and why the fuck were you calling her baby?”
As we head back to my office, I explain the little I know, which isn’t really much.
“So how did it feel?” Logan asks, dropping into a chair.
I close my door and sit behind my desk. “How did what feel?”
“To be someone’s boyfriend.” He laughs.
“I’ve been a boyfriend before, asshole.” At one time in my life I was a whole lot more.
“And I think I made a damn good boyfriend if I say so myself.” I nod jokingly. “Plus, it was so short-lived, I didn’t have time to fuck anything up.” I chuckle. “Actually, I take that back. I think I did kind of fuck it up.”
“In the thirty seconds you were pretending?” Logan raises a brow in disbelief.
“Apparently she’s a virgin, so when I told him we’d been fucking for the last year, he damn near lost his shit. He probably thinks she’s a whore now.”
Logan laughs. “Did you at least get her number?”
“Hell no. The last thing I need is some innocent girl getting attached to me.”
“True,” Logan agrees. “What did you say her name was?”
“Why?” I ask, suddenly feeling protective over this woman I don’t even know.
“Just asking.” He shrugs nonchalantly.
“She’s off-limits.”
Logan laughs. “I wasn’t planning to go there.”
“Good, don’t. Now, let’s talk about the dirty cop,” I say, switching gears. “How the fuck did you let it get to the point he owes over two hundred grand?”
“He’s a fucking cop, Ethan. I couldn’t say no. Plus, he was good for it.”
“You know better than that shit. You don’t take bets people can’t back up.”
“He made comments, man.”
“Threats?” My ears perk up. Surely, that dirty fucking cop didn’t threaten me or my business.
“He said he would be forced to let the higher-ups know what’s going on downstairs.”
I slam my fist on my desk. “This shouldn’t be the first time I’m hearing about this. Two hundred thousand dollars isn’t chump change, and him not paying up makes me look like a fool.”
“I fucked up,” he admits, “but he had the money. I saw it. I think he’s gambling elsewhere.”
“You got reckless and now we’re going to have to handle this shit. If I let him get away with this, other guys will think they can fuck me over. We’ll go over to his place tomorrow and confront him.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Yeah, well, sorry doesn’t get me my fucking money, nor does it stop me from looking like a fucking chump. I don’t give a fuck if it’s the goddamned president. We don’t allow people to bet who can’t pay up. It’s bad for business.”
Logan stands and, without saying another word, walks to the door. As he’s leaving, in walks Carmen. She gives Logan a flirty smile before she closes the door behind her.
She saunters up to me and places herself between my legs and the desk—a woman on a mission.
My mind goes to the white dressed angel from earlier.
Her innocent eyes and full lips, swollen and pink from our kiss.
The way she nervously played with her bottom lip.
Holy shit, I need to stop thinking about this woman. Maybe I can fuck her out of my system.
Sighing loudly, I look at Carmen, who is the opposite of Nevaeh in every way, at least on the outside.
On the inside, all women are the same. As I rake my gaze down Carmen’s face and body, I wonder what it was I ever saw in her.
Her caked on makeup that I used to think was sexy, now looks overdone in comparison to Nevaeh’s natural beauty.
The tits I loved to fuck aren’t appealing in the slightest. Nevaeh’s aren’t even half the size of Carmen’s, but I bet hers are perky and would fit perfectly in my palms. Carmen’s short skirt that usually turns me on now looks cheap, like she’s trying too hard. Holy fuck, has this woman broken me?
Before I can think twice, I push my chair back and stand. “It’s not happening, Carmen. I have somewhere I need to be.”
I rush her to the door and down the hall, my eyes searching the club, looking for that sexy little angel.
I have no idea what I’m doing, but I need to find her.
I go back to where we were just a short time ago, but she’s gone.
I stalk toward the dance floor, scanning the area, but I don’t see her.
And for the first time in my life, I chase after a woman who, without even meaning to, has brought me to my goddamn knees.
The club closes at four in the morning, and I’m there at the door when the last person walks out.
“You okay, boss?” Kenny, the bouncer who mans the main entrance, asks as I stare out the door. It’s still dark outside, the sun not due to come up for another couple hours.
“Yeah, I was hoping to catch someone before she left.” I walk back to my office and think about how one interaction with Nevaeh affected me so deeply.
I should feel relieved I couldn’t find her.
What would I even do with a woman like her?
According to her ex, she’s a fucking virgin.
Relief: that’s the emotion I should feel, but then why is it that all I feel is regret?