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“We need to chat about tomorrow.”

“Okay.”

“There’s a fight, although I’m not participating. You'll come with me and sit in my box. After that, there’s a party. Use the damn opportunity to get in his pants,” he growls.

Skipping over the fact that I was halfway there already, I wave my hands and say, “Then what? Sleeping with him isn't going to get me in. He doesn't keep chicks around anymore then you do.”

His brows slam over his eyes and he says, “I don't know. Promise to be his sex slave or some shit. Just do it. The particulars aren’t my problem.”

“You're a dick,” I mutter.

He just grunts, and I huff my frustration before grabbing another beer as I head for the door.

“Seven thirty, dress slutty, but not too slutty,” he calls out.

Flashing him my middle finger, I step into the elevator and guzzle my drink, resigned to another sleepless night of worrying about my fate and obsessing about what it would be like to actually fuck Cooper.

The question is, how do I convince him to give me more?

Chapter 8

Cooper

Fuck me but now that Minnie is here, there’s a buzz beneath my skin, which was decidedly absent before. Her wide-eyed stare as she took in the goods made my dick stand at attention, and even now as Becky—I think her name is—rubs her palm against the rigid length, I have visions of Minnie’s perfect pussy dancing before my vision.

Strangely, I have to resist the urge to push this chick away which goes down like a hot poker to the ass. I’m finally back in the game after a weird dry spell I suspect is directly related to my fear over Monroe’s disappearance and the delectable Minnie had to ruin it.

Fuck me but I’ve spent the last week chasing down leads that all ended in dead ends while dodging Taylor’s suspicious questions and my own need to fuck up someone’s world.

And now this? I don’t chase bitches. They chase me and one sure as shit is as good as another. Tell that to my weeping cock though because as soon as we stop at my floor, I blurt, “I’ve got a thing in the morning, darlin’….rain check?”

I’m pretty sure I’m just as shocked as she is, but I don’t take it back as I exit and hold the door.

“What’s your floor?”

“Seven,” she says, and I press the button before stalking down the hall.

What the hell is wrong with me? I just gave up prime pussy over a prickly woman with an attitude.

That ass, though…fuck me. I may have to figure out how to get in there, after all.

“What?” I groan, rolling over with a wince. Can’t I enjoy five fucking minutes without someone up my ass?

Especially because I was feeling particularly mellow after stroking my dick to thoughts of Minnie and her fuck hot body.

“Is that any way to speak to your best friend since grade school?” Beast snarls and I laugh.

“Please, that’s a reach even for you.”

While he grumbles through the line, I stumble into the bathroom to take a leak. When I’m done and he peters off, I say, “Is there a point to this call?”

“Yeah, fucker. I have some news for you,” he growls.

“Really? Is it something along the lines of…no I didn’t fuck your sister?”

Silence is my answer and gripping the phone between my fingers, I bark, “Then there’s nothing to say.”

With that I end the call and head back toward my bed. I have thirty minutes before I need to be down in the gym, and I know just how I’m going to spend my time…

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