6. Chapter 6
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CHAINS
Sitting in my office, I check the monitors that scan all areas of the club. Instead of focusing on any trouble or disturbances amongst the crowd, my attention is zeroed in on one person.
Daisy.
She’s near the front entrance with her friend from the tattoo shop. Daisy latches onto her friend’s wrist, says a few words, and they leave in a hurry.
What the hell was she doing in my club? Did she know this is my place? She said she didn’t know I’d be here, but was she telling the truth?
I spotted her the moment she walked in, in that skintight outfit; her tits almost falling out of the low-cut top.
The timidness that shone out of her only made her look awkward and uncomfortable—like the clothes and venue were things she was not used to.
What is she doing in a place like Chains?
Put her in a book club, and she’d look right at home.
I’d put my money on her friend bringing her here.
The last thing I need is her coming to my club and disturbing my already fucked up mind.
Ever since the night we bumped into each other, she’s been my muse.
Whether I’m home alone jerking off or fucking other women, she’s on my mind.
Why can’t I get her out of it? Her squeaky-clean image, even though she tried to hide it behind her skimpy clothes, is far from my type.
Yet she had the guts to follow me upstairs and watch me fuck.
And let me touch her on the deck. Maybe she’s not as squeaky-clean as I first thought.
I knew she’d followed me. Once she saw what was happening, I thought she’d run away.
She didn’t. She fucking stayed until the end.
I’ve been watched having sex before, have never been shy, but I never felt so buzzed in my life.
Extreme self-control stopped me from dragging her inside, bending her over my bed and pounding into her.
Would she have let me? If she was excited to watch, maybe she would.
But not a threesome. As much as I like it, there’s no way I’d want to share her with anyone else.
I want her for myself.
And that’s another problem. I’ve never wanted a woman for myself. I’m always happy to share. Another reason she needs to stay the hell away from me. I can’t be thinking shit like that.
If I want to get her out of my mind, I have to keep my distance.
Never cross paths with her again. As time goes by and with multiple women to lose myself in, she’ll eventually become a blur in my mind.
So why the fuck did I slide two yearly membership passes into her hand? Do I want to keep torturing myself?
Surely, after what happened tonight, there’s no way she’ll be back. This isn’t a place for her. I’m not the man to have a little fun with if that’s why she came here.
“Hey, Chains. How are things going tonight?” Lincoln asks, walking into the office, Asher close behind.
“It’s pretty quiet. Nothing security can’t handle.” I keep my eyes focused on the screens, deep down hoping she’ll come back in. Fuck me. I need serious help.
Lincoln straddles a chair next to me, and Asher props a hip on the edge of the desk. “Saw you on the ob deck. Since when do you hang out there?” Lincoln asks.
Scratching my fingers through my buzz cut, I stay focused on the monitors. “Had something to attend to.”
“It wouldn’t have anything to do with the hot little number you were with? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you look at a woman with love hearts shooting out of your eyeballs.” Lincoln laughs.
“I’d have paid big bucks to see that. Linc said you were drooling too,” Asher joins in.
Pulling my gaze away from the screens, I give them a hard glare. “You’re full of shit,” I aim at Lincoln.
“By the looks of her, she didn’t seem so into you though. How does it feel to not have a woman drop to her knees for you?” Lincoln continues ribbing with a grin.
She was interested. Her wet pussy told me so.
They can irritate me all they want, but they’re two people in this world I’d trust my life with.
We’ve gone through so much together. Witnessed each other at our worst. Seen some fucked up shit.
Done shit to survive and then thrive. We clawed our way to the top.
We may not be blood, but we are brothers.
Always will be.
“Did you check on the casino?” I ask Asher to change the subject.
“Yeah, no problems. All money accounted for,” Asher informs me. Between the nightclubs, casinos and our property portfolio we own around the country, it’s getting harder and harder to find trustworthy people to run them when we’re not there.
“We have to keep on top of everything. I’ll head to Vegas next week and check things out there. I’ll take them by surprise.” If our staff are ripping us off. I’ll know about it.
“Good idea. I’ll check on Manhattan, and Linc can oversee Chicago,” Asher suggests.
“Sounds like a plan,” I say.
“Well, boys, it’s about closing time, and I’m done for the night.
I’m ready to find myself a little entertainment.
” Lincoln winks and rises to his feet. By ‘entertainment’, I know he means a woman or two.
“How about you, big fella? Is tonight the night you join me in getting some action?” Lincoln teases Asher, knowing that he isn’t going to join him.
He’ll stay until the club closes. Make sure everything is in order and then go home.
Alone. We haven’t seen Asher with a woman in years.
The reason? He believes he’s seen too much…
done too much, that nothing or no one excites him anymore.
He’d rather use his hand when needed than have to engage with anyone.
Asher stays silent.
“Maybe tomorrow night,” Lincoln jokes, and then to me, he says, “Too bad the woman you were talking to earlier left. I bet I could’ve gotten her to come home with me.”
Gripping the armrests of the chair, my body grows still despite seeing the mirth glinting in Lincoln’s eyes. He’s purposely testing me and enjoying it. “Fuck around with her, and I’ll rip you a new asshole.”
Lincoln holds his hands up. “Whoa. I’m joking. Geez. Since when do you care if we share?”
Since now. “She’s too good for you. For any one of us.” So, Lincoln and Asher don’t make this a big deal, I soften my tone. “Anyway, I doubt she’ll be back.”
And that disappoints me more than I’ll ever admit.