Page 21 of Queen Of Clubs

“Fuck the drink,” I snap frantically.

His brows furrow. “Everett, are you okay?”

“Okay?” I laugh manically. “Yes? No? I-I-I don’t fucking know.”

He grips my face. “What is going on?” he snarls demandingly.

“It’s Jade,” I whisper, blinking at him.

His whole body stills, a deadly storm passing over his eyes.

“What about her?” His voice is low and dangerous like he’s ready to strike.

“Zane, we found her. Our girl... she’s here.”

Chapter 7

Jade

Quickly, I make my way through the club, praying that the alphas around me can’t smell the sex on me, but who am I kidding, alphas’ noses are like bloodhounds. And to prove my point, as I walk past a group of them, all of their heads turn my way.

A blush creeps onto my cheeks as I search the crowd for Leisha. I find her over by the stage and rush over. “Hey, I need a favor from you,” I tell her, a little out of breath.

“What’s up?” she asks, looking me over and then behind me like I’m in trouble.

“I need to go take a quick shower before I come back and finish my shift, but I can’t come back until Calvin is gone.”

“Why? Is everything okay?” her face grows hard. “Did he hurt you?”

“No. No, nothing like that.” I shake my head. “He’s just been a little bit more... clingy than normal? And you know I’m not for that.”

“Ah, okay.” She nods. “Say no more. Go shower, and I’ll text you when he leaves.”

“Thank you. You're the best.” I turn around and speed walk toward the stairs that lead down to the basement apartments, not making any eye contact with any of the people around me.

Calvin came into the club like he typically does. He shot me a sexy grin when he spotted me serving another client their drinks. I gave one back, and he went to play cards.

After he was done gambling for the night while having a few drinks, he came and found me. We went upstairs and had sex. It was good—better than good, it was amazing. I had a few orgasms, worked out my stress, and I’m good to go for another few weeks... or months even.

But as I went to leave, he did something he’s never done. He asked me to stay and cuddle. I’ve never done that. Ever. That was the first red flag that went up. Then he started talking about how he wished he could come by more often, how much he missed me, and that I should take some time off work to fly out to see him.

He went on and on about me spending a week with him, during which he would spoil me and give me everything an omega like me deserves.

That's when the warning bells started going off in my head, and I needed to get the hell out of there. I excused myself to the bathroom, cleaned up the best I could, and then lied, saying Leisha needed me downstairs.

Now, as I shower off the remains of the sex we just had, I pray like crazy that he’s gone by the time I’m done. He’s not one to linger, so I’m hoping luck is on my side.

Not having time to dry and style my hair, I throw it up in a bun so it won’t get wet and make sure to scrub my body well.

After I’m done, I change into a different black dress similar to the one I had on before, touch up my makeup, and fix up my hair a bit.

My phone buzzes, and I look down to see that Leisha texted me the coast is clear. I sigh in relief, looking at myself in the mirror.

“Who are you?” I ask myself. I’ve changed so much in the past four years. I’m not the same kid I was in that foster home. But I didn’t think I’d ever become the person I am now.

It’s not that I hate who I am. I’m a pretty private person; I don’t trust many, and I’m always on guard.

And sometimes it becomes too much. Sometimes, I just want to relax and let loose. To have fun. To laugh and smile. And most of all, I want to travel the world. Or at least the country.

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