Page 22 of Worthy

CHAPTER ELEVEN

platinum

CASSIUS

I waited, pacing my office. I’d watched from the security cameras as that dickhead Darren Payne put his filthy arm around Faith.

I called Gina immediately. “I’m going platinum level, and I want my virgin brought to me immediately,” I ordered.

“Yes, Sir,” Gina said, sounding both eager to please and surprised. “Which virgin can I bring to you?”

“Faith. Get her away from that fucking asshole Darren Payne and bring her to me now,” I snapped. If she didn’t, I would start a scene on opening night. I’d drag Darren Payne out of the club and drown him in the grotto, the sorry motherfucker.

“Right away, Sir.” Gina hung up. I watched the security video as she swapped Mia out for Faith, a smart move. Dumbass Darren immediately started grinding on Mia. He can have her.

Faith belonged to only one patron, and that was me.

I stalked to the private room and waited. I was eager to be alone with Faith, to bend her over the chaise lounge and taste her glorious virgin pussy. I had many plans for our encounter; I’d been running various scenarios in my head all day. My cock was already about to burst.

I was going to slake my lust for the girl, and I was going to take her all night. Then I would be done with her—once and for all.

There was a knock on the door, and my pulse kicked up. “Enter,” I commanded.

Gina strode in, her sequined gown casting reflections around the darkened private room. Faith tottered after her. She seemed unsteady on her heels. She stopped, gobsmacked when she saw me. “Mr. Blackwood…?”

“Mr. Blackwood is your platinum benefactor,” Gina explained smoothly. “You are his for tonight. No one else is allowed to touch you. He’s already paid the membership fee; the funds should hit your account tomorrow. All that’s required is your consent to the arrangement.”

Gina watched Faith closely. I waited, holding my breath.

Faith glanced at me, then nodded. “I consent,” she said quietly.

“Excellent.” Gina bowed on her way out. “Enjoy yourselves.” She gave me a quick, curious look before she took her leave.

Faith and I were alone in the dimly lit room. She wore black lace lingerie, simple and perfect. Her figure was amazing, young and nubile and ripe, her virginity just waiting to be plundered.

My cock was already screaming for her. It had been all day. It had been since I first laid eyes on her. Down, boy.

We regarded each other. The silence stretched out. She frowned at me.

“Is there a problem, Faith?”

“I’m just surprised you chose me… Sir,” Faith said haltingly. “After the thing with my phone?—”

“A simple yes or no will do,” I interrupted, my tone dark.

“What? Oh, sorry!” She shook her head. “I mean—I’m sorry, Sir.”

“That’s better.” The less Faith spoke to me, the less we interacted on a personal level, the better. This encounter was about getting her out of my system. Nothing more.

“Take off your clothes,” I commanded. “But leave the shoes on.” The sooner we did this, the better.

“Yes, Sir.” Faith wobbled on her feet as she slowly stripped out of her bodysuit. Her skin was pale, smooth, perfect. Once she was naked, she wrapped her arms around herself, shivering.

“Let me look at you.” My voice was hoarse.

She obeyed, dropping her arms to her side. I inspected every curve of her luscious body, my mouth watering. I longed to touch her, to feel her, to own and possess her. But I didn’t trust myself yet. A fire was burning inside me like I’d never felt before.

You paid for her. It’s a contract. Nothing more.

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