Page 6 of Vegas Daddies

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LIFESAVER

A hot,heartbroken blonde wasn’t who I thought we’d be entertaining tonight. The plan was to stay at the clubhouse and play a couple rounds of pool, get our dicks sucked after by one of the clubhouse whores, but Match insisted on the strip for a change.

I was against the idea until my eyes met Alice’s.

Jesus fuck.

What a shitty fiancé. I’m tempted to track the fucker down and beat him up—in what world does he think he can he lie and cheat on his fiancée and get away with it? Bad form, though. Peter has already warned me once about reducing bloodshed and claiming less victims. He’s mayor of Las Vegas, and it’ll reflect badly on him if word gets around that his high school best friend side-hustles as an outlaw.

So I’ve held back.

Been cleaning up more blood recently than I have been spilling it.

Working as a doctor has its perks. There’s no greater reward than saving a life that deserves to be saved, but my hands itch for justice sometimes. For fresh bad-guy blood on my palms.

That includes men who make pretty girls cry.

Verypretty girls.

She sits in the VIP booth with her friends and us. The tears are gone now, and she’s on her second glass of cherry vodka that’s the same red color as her plump lips. She smiles often. Laughs with her friends about something Match, Brander, and I don’t understand.

I still can’t believe she thought we were strippers on call.

Honey-blonde hair cascades down and around her shoulders, long and wavy in loose curls. She’s a natural blonde—that’s what the roots of her hair would suggest. Her eyes, even though she’s cried off most of her makeup, make her a real beauty. They’re the kind of green you can’t see around here unless you road-trip over the boarder into the Californian redwoods. It’s like being in a forest. I almost hear the birds. They whistle angelic sounds, like a Disney princess has entered the scene.

She’s innocent. Confident, but innocent. She has this pure look about her. Maybe it’s the white dress.

But it could just be her.

She’s a pure soul that’s had her heart broken by a bastard that’s never heard of the wordrespect, but also…dare I say she’s a little flirtatious?

Her eyes linger for longer than they need to.

Maybe it’s the drink getting to her head.

But how would that explain the switch in her eyes when we first asked if she was okay? It was like a light had been suddenly turned on. Like the channel had been changed. For the slightest second, I saw something in them that didn’t look sad, or pitiful, but surprised. Pleasantly.

“I mean, for god’s sake, the only thing he likes to talk about is cheese or new software.” Alice snorts. Takes another sip of her drink. “I don’t like either of those things.”

Tammy and Rachel cackle beside her.

I glance at Match. His eyes are on her breasts.

I click my fingers and rustle him out of his daze. As impressive as they are, the woman’s just had her heart broken and deserves respect.

Match is one to slip into a daze when staring at a woman’s breasts. God, each and every one of us at the club go feral for a pair of nice tits, but Match seems entranced by them. It’s his weakness. Whip out a pair of tits and you’ve got him surrendered.

“So what’s your plan for tonight, gentlemen?” Alice tilts her head. “Mischief, I suppose?”

“Mischief isn’t something we know how to cause,” I say.

She smiles a smile like she’s about to cause some mischief herself. Jesus. Those eyes. Blondes have been my type since forever, and Alice is my favorite.

“How are you feeling, darling?” asks Brander. I’m so used to seeing him with an iron rod in his hand that without it, he looks naked. I’m glad. Bringing that thing along probably would’vedeterred Alice and her friends and made them assume that we’re dangerous, which is absolutely not the case.

In most instances.

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