Page 96 of Vow to Hate You

damian

I turned on the radio, flipping through the channels until I found the financial news. Talie grumbled something under her breath from the passenger seat, clearly unhappy I wasn’t letting her choose the music like I did every time we were in the car.

“Something important happening in the business world?” she asked in a bored voice. “You never listen to the news, Damian.”

I chuckled, ignoring her question. “How do you like working at the club?”

We were headed to Club Facade, and Talie had come with me nearly every single time for the last few weeks. Flicking on the blinker, I turned left, merging into traffic as the radio host droned on about a topic I had no interest in.

“I like it,” she replied, scrolling on her phone. “When do I get to wear one of those sexy outfits?”

My dick stirred at that thought, and I glanced at her out of the corner of my eye. “When do you want to wear one?”

“During the show last week, you had women on the stage.”

I shot her a dirty smirk. “You want to dance, Talie?”

She scoffed. “You know I can’t dance to save my life. Not like you or the other dancers, anyway. I’d probably scare off your clientele.”

“You don’t have to dance…” I trailed off, already thinking of ideas as we stopped at a red light. “We do demonstrations too.”

“Demonstrations?”

“Toys, bondage. We sometimes send out a questionnaire to see what our customers want.”

“Do you participate in thesedemonstrations?”

I looked at her, arching an eyebrow. “Jealous?”

“Yes,” she answered with no hesitation, meeting my gaze. “I don’t want you doing kinky fun with anyone other than me.”

Smug satisfaction flowed through me as I chuckled. “No, I don’t participate. Never have. I plan the shows and dance. That’s all.” I paused, realizing I hadn’t asked her an important question. “Are you okay with me dancing?”

“If I wasn’t, I would have told you already. I’ve been watching all the shows.” She set her phone on her lap. “Dance all you want, husband. I love watching you, just like all the other women do.”

My heart strummed a bit faster when I realized what I would do if her answer was different. While I loved dancing, I would stop if she had an issue with it.

“Bossy,” I commented. “It’s sexy as hell when you take charge.”

“Really?” she purred in a sinful voice. “Does that mean I can put the cage back on you?”

I chuckled gruffly. “Go for it. But you might want to wait until you find out your punishment for locking me up last time.”

The radio host’s voice was the only thing cutting through the silence, and I snuck a glance at her before focusing back on the road. Her cheeks were flushed as she stared at me with wide eyes.

“I thought teasing me when you still had the cage on was payback,” she muttered, shifting in her seat.

Before I could respond, the radio host started talking about the story I’d been waiting for. From the way Talie’s eyes darted toward the radio, she recognized the person he was speaking about. I pulled into the garage, slowly descending to the underground parking.

“…Grant Hammond is under investigation for bribery, fraud, and money laundering. This all came to light when a whistle-blower from his security company came forward…”

The radio host kept talking, but that was all I wanted to hear. Talie’s stare was burning a hole through the side of my head as I parked in my spot. Turning off the engine, I pulled out the keys before looking at her. Her eyes narrowed as she studied me.

“He’s the one who flirted with me at the restaurant,” she said slowly.

“No,” I corrected her. “He’s the asshole who touched you as if he had a right.”

“You got him arrested?” she hissed. “Damian, you can’t?—”

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