Page 85 of His Big Bad Stick

She drops down next, right to her knees.

She reaches for me.

I growl in my throat and catch myself ready to step back.

What the fuck? Why? Look at these two beauties. They’re just doing their job, that’s all. A little playful touching. Harmless flirting. Beautiful bodies. Selling fantasies and the sweet taste of sin.

To my left I hear a voice call out, “Hey! That’s my drink!”

“He’ll buy you another one!”

That second voice is instantly familiar to me.

I look to my left at the exact second a drink is thrown in my face.

I’m talking drink and glass.

Booze splashing against my face and a glass smacking my nose.

I blink once.

The shock of someone throwing a drink in my face is nothing compared to who threw the drink - and the glass - in my face.

I curl my lip.

What the fuck is Abrielle doing here?

The guys are enjoying the scene.

Along with the women too.

“You fucking left me standing there alone and this is where you come to?” Abrielle shouts.

“This is tense,” Dax calls out.

“Shut the fuck up, Dax,” I growl.

Button Nipples and Puffy Nipples slip back and off the table, fitting right in between the guys.

I’m sure this isn’t the first time they’ve seen a raging, jealous woman show up looking for blood.

“I tell you I’m pregnant and you go to a strip club!” Abrielle yells.

“Wait, what did she just say?” Ben asks.

“Did she say pregnant?” Rhett asks.

I reach into my pocket and take out the positive pregnancy test and toss it to the table.

“Oh, fuck,” Turner says as he leans forward and looks.

“Did she pee on that?” Dax asks with a curious smile.

“How else do you think I took a fucking pregnancy test?” Abrielle spits at Dax.

He sinks back and shows his hands.

Wow, I’ve never seen Abrielle rage like this. Ever.

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