Page 5 of Prized Possession

“I still don’t know who they are. But you should be thanking me for identifying your crazy staff members for you,”he states casually, not caring how much he must have hurt the girls involved.

Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been known to fuck a girl, not know her name, and not give a shit that I’ll never see her again. But the difference is…I make my intentions very clear from the beginning. No names, no feelings, and no repeats. If she can’t handle that from the off, I walk away. There will always be some woman who’ll agree to my terms, and sticking by that means nobody has any expectations that can’t or won’t be met.

“Whatever,” I reply dismissively. “I’ll meet you at Caged at ten?”

“Fine,”he grumbles.

“Oh, and Jake?” I say, grabbing his attention before he can hang up. “No fucking drugs.”

“Fu—”

I hang up the phone before Jake goes into a full blown rant. I’m not sure agreeing to a night out is the best way to work on Jake’s issues, but it’s as good a place to start as any. Though I’m sure my father will disagree.

I need to make sure I come up with an actual plan and quick, as I know he’ll ask me for the details soon. And right now, I have fuck all.

I arriveat the club by nine, even though I don’t need to get there until ten. Honestly, even though this is supposed to be a night off, I can’t help getting there early to check in with my staff.

Caged is just one of the legal establishments that we own, but it happens to be one of my favourites. It’s the only one I’ve made sure remains completely free of any illegal activity, so when I choose to retire, I’ll have a solid income. Not that I’ll be able to retire until I have an heir to take my place, but thinking about the future is depressing.

Even just a fleeting thought of needing an heir sours my mood. I don’t want kids. Why the hell would I want to bring a child into this world, and subject them to the same shit upbringing that I experienced?

If I were to ever have a child, I’d never want them to hate me the way I do my father, but that’s an inevitable outcome if they’re born with the same responsibilities on their shoulders.

Besides, to have an heir, I’d need to have a wife. The thought of a Morelli bastard would have all my relatives turning in their graves. No child with the Morelli name will ever be born out of wedlock, no matter how fucking archaic that might seem.

If I knock a girl up, I’ll have to marry her for life. We don’t do bastards or divorce. Which is why I always wear a condom, and no matter how much it pains me, I never come inside them. I pull out and take the condom with me.

After hearing horror stories growing up about how women could use my cum to trap me, the fear was enough to make sure I never allowed that to happen.

Why any woman would want to be tied to me, to this lifestyle, is a fucking mystery to me. Yes, I have a fuck load of money, and I’m not exactly bad looking, but there’s a dark side to my life.

The dark, broody, bad boy image pulls women in, but that’s all superficial. My life is full of danger and overwhelming expectations, and any woman by my side would be expected to fall in line with those. No matter how hot or rich I am, why would any self-respecting woman want that?

As I wander around my club, I take pride in how well the place runs, even without me there to keep an eye on things. The club is packed with people already, and everyone appears to be having a good time.

Everywhere I look, my staff appear to be doing their jobs. The guys behind the bar are making drinks with a smile on their faces as they chat to thecustomers. The DJ is playing a set that has the club pumped, and people are already grinding on the dance floor.

My security staff are blending into the background, like they’re not really even present, but the lack of trouble lets me know they’re doing exactly what I pay them to do.

Then there’s the dancers. The reason the club is called Caged is because there are cages all around the room, each with a different dancer inside. Some of the cages are big enough to fit two people in them, and they’re more for putting on a show.

There’s even one large cage to the side of the mini stage with a pole inside it. Needless to say, there’s always a lot of eyes on that cage in particular.

It’s not just half naked women dancing in the cages either. There are men too, as I like to appeal to all of our audience members. Most like to see a man and a woman dancing together in the big cage. There’s something very sexy about watching another couple lose themselves in each other during a sensual dance.

I didn’t want Caged to be just another stripclub that only attracted certain types of people. I wanted it to be a club everyone would want to come to, and to do that, I had to try and appeal to everyone. It didn’t take long for Caged to develop a reputation, and as a result, there’s always a line around the corner of people desperate to get in.

Miles follows closely behind me, keeping an eye on our surroundings, doing his job at all times. With the amount of security staff I have in this place, I’m probably the safest I’ll ever be, but that doesn’t mean Miles will relax.

He’s my Head of Security for a reason, and the only person I really trust to watch my back at all times, particularly when I have a few drinks and am more vulnerable.

I drop back a step until I’m in line with Miles, and he leans in closer to me, knowing I’m trying to talk to him over the noise of the club.

“Don’t let me drink too much tonight. And make sure I’m home by one. We have that meeting in the morning.”

A smile crosses his face and he chuckles. “You think Jake’s going to try and get you pissed?”

I grimace. “I know he is. He’ll probably try and talk you into it too.”

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