Page 28 of Claimed By A Blue Eyed Menace

I stood back from the mirror, admiring the way the dress fit me, how the gold jewelry he’d picked out accented the look perfectly. I wasn’t going to let him forget me tonight, not after what he’d put me through. I wanted him to be so damn mesmerized by me that he wouldn’t even think about that other bitch. Hell, I was about to make him regret every second he spent even considering her.

Suddenly, I heard the knock on the door, his familiar deep voice calling out, “Yo, Parker. Let’s go. We gon' be late.”

I walked toward the door, taking a deep breath as I opened it. Shooter stood there, looking as good as ever, dressed in his sharp suit and tie. His eyes flickered over me quickly, but the second his gaze landed on my body, I saw the change. His expression froze, his jaw tightening as he took me in, looking me up and down like he was seeing me for the first time.

For a brief moment, I saw a flash of something in his eyes—something primal and possessive. But it was gone just as quickly as it appeared. I knew I had his attention, though. I could feel it in the air between us. I ran my fingers through my hair, letting it fall over my shoulder, and then I popped a mint into my mouth, the cool flavor a sharp contrast to the heat simmering between us.

“You ready?” I asked, my voice smooth, almost teasing.

He didn’t answer right away, and I could tell he was struggling to hide his reaction. His gaze stayed on me for a beat longer than it should have, before he nodded, gruffly, “Yeah. Let’s go.”

I smirked, knowing damn well that I’d just thrown him off balance. I followed him out the door, my heels clicking against the floor, my body in sync with the rhythm of his steps. But this time, it wasn’t just the sound of our footsteps that filled the silence. It was the tension, the charged energy between us, like something was about to snap.

Shooter kept glancing at me as we made our way to the elevator, but he didn’t say a word. The way he looked at me like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to pounce or strangle me only made me feel more powerful. I wasn’t some damsel in distress, waiting for his attention. No, I was going to make him want me.

We stepped into the elevator, and the doors closed behind us. The air inside felt thick, like we were trapped in our own little world. I could feel his presence, strong and overwhelming, as he stood next to me. Finally, he broke the silence. “You look good, wifey.” His voice was low, almost like a growl. He wasn’t looking at me anymore, but I could tell the words were loaded with something deeper.

I raised an eyebrow, the corner of my mouth lifting in a smirk. “I know I do,” I said, leaning back against the elevator wall, feeling more confident with each passing second.

He gave a sharp nod, his lips pressing into a thin line. He didn’t say anything else, but I could feel his eyes on me, burning into me, as the elevator descended. I wasn’t going to let him have all the control tonight. Tonight, I was going to take my power back and when we walked out of the elevator, the night was mine.

Shooter

T h e d r i v e t othe private airstrip was quiet, but the tension in the car was thick. Parker was still playing her little game, trying to make me sweat in that damn dress. She knew exactly what she was doing.

From the moment she stepped out of the bedroom, she’d had my full attention and my dick hard. She knew it too. But I wasn’t about to let her think she was winning. I had patience. I could play the long game.

When we pulled up to the jet, she stilled for half a second before showing her surprise. I caught it, though—the way her lips parted slightly, the way her fingers twitched on her lap like she wanted to grab her phone and take a picture but held back. Parker had been expecting a car ride, maybe a blacked-out SUV. Not this.

“Get out,” I said smoothly, stepping out first before rounding the car to open her door.

She slid out, her legs crossing so perfectly in those high heels that I had to suppress a smirk. As soon as she was steady on her feet, she placed a hand on her hip and looked up at me with that defiant gleam in her eyes.

“So we’re taking a jet?” she asked, tilting her head slightly. “Just to get to a damn meeting?”

I chuckled, reaching for the small of her back as I guided her toward the stairs leading up. “I don’t do business like regular niggas, Parker.”

She scoffed, but let me lead her. “Or maybe you just like showing off.”

“You say that like you ain’t impressed,” I countered, my voice dropping just enough to make her shift slightly in those heels. She rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. That was as close to an admission as I was gonna get.

I let her step onto the jet first, watching her ass in that green dress as she walked ahead of me. The cabin was sleek, modern—black leather seats, a fully stocked bar, dim lights setting the mood just right. I caught her taking it all in before she turned and flopped down onto one of the plush seats, crossing her legs.

I took the seat across from her, spreading my legs and leaning back, watching her as I loosened my tie slightly. She looked too damn good, and she knew it. But she wasn’t the only one who knew how to play this game.

A flight attendant came over, offering drinks, but Parker shook her head. I, on the other hand, asked for a glass of whiskey. “You sure you don’t want anything?” I asked her, swirling the dark liquor in my glass as I studied her.

She licked her lips slightly before replying. “I don’t need to be drinking before a business dinner.”

I smirked. “Since when are you the responsible one?”

She leaned back, stretching her arms over the back of the seat. “Since I realized I gotta keep my head on straight around you.”

I let out a low chuckle, shaking my head. “Good girl.”

The jet engines roared to life, and as we ascended, I could see Parker gripping the armrest slightly before catching herself and relaxing. She wasn’t scared, just a little thrown off by the sensation of taking off. It was subtle, but I caught it.

“You ever flown private before?” I asked, watching her closely.

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