Page 18 of Midnight Whispers

“All right, fine. You wanna know?” I throw my arms up at my sides. “I’ve been down at T&T’s watching a dancer. Got a lap dance from her tonight and made her come with my hand. Is that enough information?”

Asher and Sid exchange a glance.

“What’s her name?” Asher asks.

I shrug. “What’s it matter?” He continues to stare at me, and I roll my eyes. “Cin.”

Asher blinks rapidly, and his head rocks back.

“Her real name, not her stage name,” Sid says.

“I don’t know. Like I said… I’m. Not. Stalking. Her.”

“You’re telling me you haven’t done a deep dive on her?” Asher arches an eyebrow.

“I haven’t. Like I said. I have it under control.”

They both give me a skeptical look, so I turn around and leave the office.

“Make sure it stays that way,” Asher calls out, always needing to have the last word.

I stalk back to my room, irritated beyond measure even though I understand why they’d check in. But how did they know in the first place? Obviously, someone saw my car parked downtown. I’m going to have to be more discreet in the future because there’s no doubt that I’m not done with Cin. I won’t make the mistake of getting as close to her again as I did tonight, but I’ll continue to watch from afar until my fascination with her wanes and I’m able to move on.

When I reach my bedroom in the south wing, I go straight to the en suite and strip out of my clothes, then I turn on the shower. Once the water is warm enough, I step into the large walk-in shower and get under the spray.

The hot water works to ease the tension in my body, but it doesn’t make any inroads into my mind, where visions of Cin still coast through my brain.

My semi-hard cock rests against my thigh, and I tug on it, remembering the way Cin stole my breath when she first walked into the VIP room and I saw her close up. Those big blue eyes tugged on something in my subconscious, almost as though I knew them from somewhere.

I remember the sultry note in her voice and strengthen my grip, jerking harder. Remembering her heavy tits in my face, I squeeze my balls with my free hand. My head tilts back, and my eyes drift closed. I wanted so badly to bite one of her nipples. Somehow, I stopped myself, knowing that one taste of her skin would never be enough.

When she turned back around and ground down on my cock, I almost came in my pants like a fucking teenage boy. Looking over her shoulder at her swaying tits and her touching herself, I couldn’t help but press my hand over hers. But there was no way I could touch her myself. The scent of her on my fingers would drive me to distraction for weeks. Either that or send me careening into full-blown obsession.

I jerk harder on my cock and squeeze my balls again, imagining what she might smell like, taste like. I keep jerking, pretending it’s her hand and that she’s looking at me with that determined confidence she has when she’s performing on stage. Tingling starts at the base of my spine.

Finally, I imagine another man behind her, fondling her tits while she pleasures me, and my load explodes out of me, hitting the shower floor and washing down the drain with any hopes of that image ever coming true.

If I thought this was going to make me feel better, I was wrong. Somehow, I feel even more fucked up than before.

Chapter

Nine

NERO

FOUR MONTHS LATER…

In the months since Cin gave me a lap dance, my obsession with her hasn’t stopped. I visit T&T’s regularly, watching from the booth in the back, but I’ve somehow managed not to request another lap dance from her, and by the time she comes down to work the crowd, I’m already gone.

I still watch her work at Black Magic Bar, but now instead of parking on the street, I’ve rented the space above the dog groomer’s directly across from the bar. The window gives me the perfect bird’s-eye view through the bar window. Though I can’t see everything, she’s visible when she makes her way to the far end of the bar. It’s sad how much I live for those fleeting glimpses of her.

It’s not a problem, though. It’s gone no further than that. I don’t know where she lives. I haven’t hacked into her life online. I’ve remained under control.

At least that’s what I tell myself when I’m gazing out the window on New Year’s Eve, waiting for Cin to finish her shift at the bar and wondering if she’s heading to T&T’s after.

I’m going to be late for dinner at the manor. Anabelle and Rapsody insisted on us eating together before we go our separate ways to ring in the new year. I have to choose to either abandon my post or stick it out and piss off my family. My laugh echoes through the empty room. It’s not really a choice.

When Cin makes an appearance at the end of the bar, I lean forward in my seat. Her back is to me, and I see her fingers fly over the screen of her phone, texting so fast I assume she’s agitated by someone. She shoves her phone in the back pocket of her jeans, and when she turns around to face the bar again, there’s a stricken look on her face. Someone has pissed her off.

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