Page 7 of Vicious Rule

I lean down in front of her face so our eyes are on the same level and whisper in a low voice, “Do not push me on this issue, Sasha. You don’t want to see my reaction if you do.”

She looks into my eyes for a long moment before answering, “Who’s pushing? Don’t you have some woman to fuck? I thought I saw your favorites milling about out in the hallway when we walked in.”

“I haven’t decided if I’m going to tonight. And no, I don’t want your opinion on that either.”

Sasha makes a silly face and shrugs. “I have no opinion on that. Well, maybe I’m confused about why, but it’s your party. You can fuck if you want to. Or not, for that matter. I don’t have that choice, unfortunately.”

Always with the sulking. I swear I’m going to put this woman over my knee one of these days.

“I told Nico we were together.”

Why I say that I have no idea. Well, maybe one. Sasha is the person I tell everything to. She’s my right hand.

Her reaction is odd. She looks as if she’s confused.

“Why would you tell him that?”

The edge in her voice tells me she’s not happy I lied about us being together. Is it because she’s as interested in him as he is in her?

“Because if I didn’t, he and I were going to end up fighting right here in the middle of the party.”

“Why?”

Typical Sasha. She can’t just accept a vague answer as a reason. She has to question it more.

Unhappy with how this night has gone so far, I snap, “Because he said he wanted you, and I told him you weren’t available to anyone. When he asked why, I told him because you’re mine. So until I say otherwise, you’re mine.”

Sasha levels her gaze on my face as her eyebrows raise into her forehead. “I’m yours? So now I don’t get to enjoy myself tonight and I’m off limits for some undetermined amount of time? Is that what you’re saying? How is that okay? You get to bang whoever you like while I get to hang out like the little woman and watch you? All of this because he showed interest in me?”

To appease her, I say, “I’m not going with anyone tonight either. Does that make you happy?”

Oddly enough, it seems to. For the first time today, she gives me a genuine smile. “It doesn’t make me unhappy.”

“Well, then good. We’ll both just stand here watching other people fuck.”

She pokes her finger into my chest and laughs. “Don’t worry. It’s not so bad. It makes you question all your life choices up to this very moment, but it’s fine. I’m just happy you’re going to get a taste of your own medicine, although a true taste would be me having sex with some guy and you having to watch, but I’ll take this for now.”

Jesus, I need a fucking drink. A good strong one. And a snort of something. If I have to stand here and watch people have a good time while I don’t get to enjoy myself, then I need to be fucked up.

CHAPTER THREE

Sasha

For an hour, Alex stands with me while the party gets into full swing. By the time the first woman is on her back with her legs in the air and the guy she’s with is going to town, Alex is surly enough that I wonder if I should tell him to just go have fun.

Then again, I do like the idea that he can’t do what he wants tonight. Maybe he’ll understand why I hate when he makes me watch people while everyone else gets to have a grand old time.

When Nico and some blonde begin to have their own good time, I turn to my boss and see him frowning. “Smile, Alex. You don’t want to upset the guests. Nobody wants to see some guy glaring at them as they have sex. You’ll kill the mood.”

Narrowing his eyes at me, he whispers, “I haven’t had enough coke or whisky tonight to make this anything but torture. And yes, in case you’re wondering, I see the irony of my hating this but still making you do it every time. Doesn’t change that this sucks.”

His complaints make me smile. He really doesn’t get how terrible this job is when he makes me do this night after night. He’s only had to put up with it for a single hour. I’ve had to do it nightly for the past five months.

“You didn’t say you couldn’t indulge in everything. Just sex,” I say with a giggle, pleased with his misery.

Alex grimaces. “I don’t like that you find this amusing. You’re supposed to be my right hand. That means if I’m unhappy you should be too.”

That makes me roll my eyes. “I’ve done this exact shitty job for nearly five months. I’ve had my share of unhappy while you were enjoying yourself.”

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