Chapter 11
Xander
THESE FEELINGS AREN’T GOING AWAY
I should have left hours ago. It’s nearly six in the morning.
I need to go home and sleep for a bit before I wake up and go to work.
Yet, I haven’t been able to force myself to move.
All night, I’ve stayed sitting on the end of her bed, gently rubbing her swollen feet, while she sleeps so peacefully.
Watching her like this is creepy. It’s a stalker move. Total unhinged shit. Nicola would have ripped me apart if I had stared at her all night. She would have called me all sorts of names and told me I was sick and fucked up.
Not Quinn, though. She got up, went to the bathroom, then came back and fell back to sleep, knowing I was here, awake and watching. I almost got the feeling she liked it. Maybe that’s my own wishful thinking.
I have to leave before she wakes up again. I’ve given myself tonight to sit and soak in every bit of her angelic beauty. I got to breathe the same air as her, a gift in itself. But my time is up. This obsession has to end.
Not only is Quinn too fucking pure for me, she’s also an employee of our company.
The one thing we pride ourselves on as business owners is the way we treat our employees.
It’s because of them that we’re so fucking rich.
We have more money than we could ever spend in twenty lifetimes, so we give some of that back to them because they have families to feed and take care of.
No one should ever have to struggle to do those basic things.
And now I’m wondering again why Quinn has no furniture.
She definitely makes good money at Velvet Sins.
Even though my body is heavy and doesn’t want to move, I force myself to rise from her bed.
I was pleased to see she has something to sleep on.
And she’s made it so completely hers with at least a dozen different-colored throw pillows of all shapes and sizes.
Hearts, stars, and flowers. All lined up along the side of the mattress that’s pushed up against one of the walls in her tiny room.
I knew small apartments existed throughout the building, but I had no idea they were this cramped.
Her shiny blonde hair fans out around her as she looks so damn peaceful.
I should have gotten her a washcloth to wipe off her makeup before she fell asleep.
And made her change into pajamas. I wanted to do those things.
But those are Daddy things. And I’m not hers.
So I settled for massaging her feet because, as her employer, I feel responsible for them being so red and swollen.
I’m going to have to do something about that.
First, though, I have to walk out of here.
My gut twists, and I look at her one more time. Unable to resist, I reach down and, as gently as possible, stroke her cheek with the pad of my thumb.
“Sweet dreams, baby girl,” I murmur.
Then, despite how wrong it feels, I turn around and walk out of her apartment, pressing the lock button on the electronic keypad when I leave.
I stagger to the elevator, sick to my stomach, when the doors slide shut, closing me out of her world.
Bracing my palm on the cool metal wall, I let out a rough breath as I ride to the penthouse floor, where my four-thousand-square-foot apartment suddenly feels more suffocating than Quinn’s tiny one.
Knowing I’m not going to be able to sleep, I head straight to my bathroom and turn on the shower.
I might be done with Quinn Summers, but I’ve already accepted that she’s going to live in my head for the rest of my life.
And she’s going to be the one I think of every time I stroke my cock until the day I fucking die.
As soon as I strip out of the last of my clothes, I fist my cock and step into the shower, letting the hot water pound onto my back as I desperately pump my dick.
There’s no easing into it. I’m hard as a rock, and I was the entire time I watched Quinn sleep.
She’s a goddess. Her pussy is made for me.
I just fucking know it. The things I would do just to bury my face between those thick legs and die right there. Now that’s a way to go out a happy man.
Fuck, I want to chase her and pin her down as she giggles with that melodic laugh of hers. It would turn into a moan as I bent her over and thrust into her tight cunt. Ecstasy.
My strokes get faster and harder as that visual plays out in my head, her ass bouncing against me while I fuck her raw and ruthlessly until she calls me Daddy and begs me to let her come.
Ropes of semen shoot out as I brace myself against the tiled wall and groan, my entire body trembling.
Fuck.
Now I just want her more.
These feelings aren’t going away.
I need them to go away.
She needs them to go away.
It’s the best for Quinn. It’s what she deserves. All I would do is drag her into my darkness, and I won’t do that to her.
“Who is calling me at six in the fucking morning?”
I chuckle and throw back the last of my coffee. “It just turned seven, actually. And you know who this is. You have caller ID.”
Cassian Black snorts, and I can practically see him shaking his head.
“Remember when I let you count cards in my casino? You owe me, and I’m calling it in.”
The line is silent for a second before Cassian speaks again, amusement laced in his rough morning voice. “Jesus. You are something else. Didn’t I help you guys find Cash’s father-in-law?”
My lips curl into a smirk. “Call him his father-in-law to his face and see how yours looks afterward. Besides, that was a favor for Cash. You need to work that out with him. This is for me. Technically, I was the one who caught you and didn’t instantly kill you.”
Cassian sighs. “Did you really have to call this fucking early?”
I shrug, even though he can’t see me, and grab my keys and wallet, then head out to my private elevator.
When my hand hovers near the button on the wall, my eyes fall to my knuckles.
I didn’t bother to re-bandage them when I got out of the shower.
Besides, unless Quinn is the one putting it on, I don’t want them covered.
“Testy,” I say with a smirk as I ride the elevator to the garage, then climb into my olive-green Porsche.
It’s my favorite car in my collection. I’ve never understood why my brothers prefer SUVs.
There’s just something about driving ninety down one of the desolate desert roads with the top down at sunset with music blasting.
“Look, I need you to break into Savage Entertainment’s human resource files and gather information on an employee for me. ”
Silence.
I pull the phone away from my ear and frown at it as I check to make sure we’re still connected.
We are.
I start my car, and the call transfers to the speaker system. “Did you fall back asleep?”
Cassian lets out an exasperated breath. “No, asshole. I’m just trying to figure it out in my head.
I happen to have one of the highest IQs in the world, by the way, so I’d like to think I understand most things.
But what I can’t figure out is why you, the COO of Savage Entertainment, need me to hack your own system for employee information.
Dude, if you’re too dumb to use a computer, I can send you some videos.
I think they’re usually for preschool kids, but that’s cool. I’m not judging.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. This motherfucking bastard. Why didn’t I kill him when I caught him cheating in my casino? Why does he think he’s safe to say shit like that to me?
Probably because not only is he one of the smartest men in the world, he’s also one of the deadliest. And that’s why I let him live. It never hurts to have someone like Cassian in your corner.
“Are you done? Or should I stay quiet a bit longer?” I snap.
The needle of the speedometer passes eighty as I merge onto the freeway and move through the morning traffic. I want to drive in the direction of Luxe. The last place she was. Curvy, sexy, and fucking laughing at whatever the other bartender had said to her. It’s obvious they are friendly.
I’ve never killed one of my employees up to this point, but I’m not morally against it if he can’t keep his fucking eyes and hands off Quinn.
“I’m done,” Cassian replies with amusement, then turns dead serious. “What’s the name? Any specific information that you’re looking for?”
I stare off into the distance and tighten my grip on the steering wheel.
The thought of any other man knowing her name makes me want to break something.
Cassian is a good guy, though. He might be dangerous, but when it comes to Quinn, I think I’m becoming a monster.
I’ll fucking pulverize him if he makes one wrong move when it comes to her.
“I want to know everything. Whatever you can find. Her name is Quinn Summers. She works at Velvet Sins.”
Cassian goes quiet again, then clucks his tongue or something through the phone. “Got it. You don’t want your brothers to know you have the hots for this woman who works for you. I’ll be in touch.”
Then the phone beeps in my ear, signaling that he ended the call. That fucking bastard. Jesus Christ. I knew I was going to regret reaching out to Cassian Black.
I turn into the valet of the casino I work at the most, The Royal. As they take my keys, I hand the kid several hundred-dollar bills before I walk away. “Thanks, Trey. Have a good day.”
Trey has worked for us for years at a couple of our casinos. We have a lot of employees as loyal as him.
“You too, Mr. Savage!” he calls out as he drives off in my favorite car.
Several bartenders and dealers look surprised when they see me pass as I walk through the gaming floors on my way up to my office. It’s definitely been a while since I’ve been here before noon. I’ve been too hungover in the mornings to get out of bed at a decent hour.