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He fumes, but disappears into the closet. He buttons his suit jacket as we step into the elevator.

“Where?”

“R.”

“You were going out clubbing?” His heady scent hits me from all sides in this enclosed space, but I shake myself off.

“Is that a problem?” I ask, keeping a sweet tone.

“No, everything is fucking amazing.” He rakes a hand through his hair and for the rest of the ride we glare at each other only to smile at our friends the moment the doors slide open.

“Hypocrite,” I snarl under my breath.

“Ditto.”

Aubrey and Tara, and the guys meet us there and heat creeps up my cheeks. Everybody is staring at me. Behind me, Kian scowls.

“Hope you enjoy the attention,” he grumbles, shooting daggers at everyone who looks at me as his hand tightens around my waist.

We all head up to the VIP section and take our seats in the raised booths.

“Shoot, what has he done? Because that dress is a punishment. But you look amazing,” Aubrey says.

I grab the girls’ hands and whisk them to the dance floor. I bite my lower lip to suppress a smile.

“He’s eyeing you like a hawk.”

“Good.”

I hope he looks at me until it blinds him.

Chapter 51

Kian

Inside the VIP section, I drop on the couch, a headache already forming and with the music blaring it doesn’t help. I’m imagining ripping that dress off Ellia so bad. I’m teetering on the edge, and my cock might split my pants. My control slips.

I miss her, I want her. Nothing alleviates the sheer need for her. Not fighting, not working. My focus has been shit. I barely sleep, eat. I am a fucking mess.

“Man, I have respect for her. She has balls.” Jason, the asshole, laughs at my expense.

I drag a hand down my face. “She drives me fucking crazy.”

“Put the bullshit behind you. She loves you,” Kendrick says.

I ball my fists and gnash my teeth. “I could never forgive her for sleeping with Brandon.”

“Only you could think that woman could cheat on you.”

I sent a look to the bodyguards to stay put, I got this. Anger dots my vision as some guy wearing a polo begins to dance with Ellia. I rush down the stairs, and Jason’s laughter follows me. I am on her in one second, staring down the guy.

“I like your hands on me,” she says.

“For his sake, I hope you mean me.”

“Oh, it’s you. Shame.” She bites down on her lip, suppressing her amusement, and when I wrap my arms around her waist, laughter rumbles against my palm. I am an idiot, and I turn her around and slam my lips against her.

“No one will touch, fuck, or kiss you but me. That will be your punishment.”

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