Page 6 of Sexpot
The further west we go the more my anxiety ticks up. We’re passing into some of the worst neighborhoods in Vegas. What the hell is she doing living in this area? Doesn’t she know how dangerous it is in these neighborhoods? First, I’m going to spank her, and then I’m going to move her ass out of this area ASAP.
Mack’s little red dot has stopped moving about a mile ahead of me. Slowing I scan the area looking for his car. When I find it parked in front of an apartment complex that looks like it was probably built when Vegas started it makes my blood boil. Why in the ever-loving fuck is she living here?
It doesn’t make sense; Cassiopeia works for a fairly decent strip club. It’s not high class, but she should be making more than enough to have an apartment in a better neighborhood. Maybe she’s a secret crack addict, like super-secret because she didn’t look like any crack addict I’ve ever run into. She could be a gambler; it is Vegas, but again the way Mack talks that’s not possible.
The way Mack talks all the girl does is work, which would leave zero time for gambling or crack smoking. Mack hinted around that there was someone else though. She’s probably supporting some scumbag boyfriend. Women like her tend to fall for the ones who refuse to get a job. First, I’m going to kick his ass, then I’m going to spank her, and then I’ll move her out of this neighborhood.
Getting out of my car, I slam my door shut, anger pulsing through my veins as I stomp towards the apartment building. I’ve worked myself up imagining all the different shitty scenarios before I even make it to her apartment. I'm ready to rip someone's head off as I knock on her door.
“Hey boss.” Mack doesn’t even act surprised when he sees me. He just opens the door and lets me in. As soon as I walked through the door all the anger, I built up bursts like a balloon instantly deflating me. There are toys scattered throughout the living room area, and “Star” is sitting in the middle of a worn couch, head in her hands crying.
Chapter Seven
Cassie
She’s gone, the cops can’t find her, I can’t find her, she’s just gone. It doesn’t make sense, none of it makes sense. I’ve gotten nowhere searching for her myself. It’s like she just disappeared off the face of the earth, poof. When Mack showed up to check on me it was like the rubber band that was holding me together snapped.
“Hey boss.” I’m so out of it I didn’t even hear the knock on the door, but Mack’s voice snaps me back to reality. Looking up I see Xander from the club standing in my doorway looking around my living room with disdain. Well fuck him and his high and mighty bullshit.
“Hey Star.” He says casually, like he’s visited me a hundred times before.
“Wait, what is this ‘boss’ shit Mack? Do you work for him? Ohmigod did you do this?” My voice sounds almost hysterical as I stand pointing back and forth between the two of them.
“Calm down Star.” Xander puts his hands up trying to placate me while Mack moves toward me trying to put his arm around. Shoving Mack away, I move to the opposite side of the room glaring at both of them.
“Cas, I had nothing to do with what happened to her.” Mack says quietly, hurt written all over his face.
“But you do work for him, don’t you?” Xander’s face is bouncing back and forth between me and Mack like he’s trying to decipher a puzzle as Mack nods.
“Yeah, I work for his security firm.” Mack practically whispers as he looks down at my dingy carpet. Raking a hand through my matted hair, I realize what a mess I must look like. It’s been two days and I haven’t slept, showered, or hardly eaten.
“Does someone want to fill me on what is going or am I going to have to play charades all fucking day with you two?” Xander grits out looking first at Mack and then narrowing his eyes on me. Who the fuck does he think he is? Coming into my apartment making demands while my world is imploding.
“It’s none of your fucking business, I’m handling it.” I growl back at him. I don’t need him to come in here trying to play the white knight, I’ve done just fine without a man this whole fucking time.Sure, you have that’s why someone took Andi.A little voice says inside my head and I want to scream in frustration because it’s right. I fucked up and now Andi is god knows where with god knows who and I can’t do a damn thing about it.
“Cas he can help, let him help.” Help always comes at a price; I know how men like him work. Quid pro quo is their motto; they don’t give anything without getting something in return. I’m afraid what he wants I’m not willing to give, or maybe I’m worried I’ll give it too easily. No matter what I tell myself there is something about this man that pulls me into his orbit.
If I’m not careful I’ll get lost in that orbit, and then I might lose more than I’m willing to give to a man like him. He’s not the white picket fence kind of man, he’s the kind of guy who dominates your body until all you feel is him for days. I can’t afford to give any part of myself to him because I’ll lose myself to him if I do.
“No, I’m not asking him for help.” I cross my arms under my breasts, forgetting I’m wearing a thin tank top until I hear Xander groan as his eyes zero in on my tits.
“Ohmigod, my eyes are up here asshole. Think you could get your mind out of your pants for five seconds.” When he looks me in the eyes I can see the lust swirling in their depths, my nipples tighten in response. That right there is why I can’t ask him for help, my body is too responsive to him already. Rolling my eyes, I stomp off to my bedroom slamming the door shut behind me.
“Good, now that she’s gone maybe you’ll tell me what the fuck is going on here Mack.” I hear Xander demand as the door shuts behind me.
“Mack if you tell him anything, I swear to god I’ll tell everyone your secret.” I yell through the door.
“Fuck Cas you’re not right.” Mack yells back and I can’t help but grin because I know his weakness which basically means I have him by the balls. I can hear whispering through the door but can’t make out what they are saying. Mack won’t say shit though, because he doesn’t want anyone to know what I know. He’d lose too many man points if everyone knew he binged watched Bridgerton with me, his ego can’t handle that shit.
Grabbing a quick shower, I try to scrub the last two days away, maybe I can scrub away this feeling of failure while I’m at it. I failed Andi plain and simple. I’ve lost the one person I have left in this world and I don’t know if I’ll ever get her back.
Can I really afford to not take Xander’s help? What if he’s the key to getting Andi back? Sometimes you pay the ultimate price for the ones you love, and I love Andi with my whole heart. She’s worth selling my soul to the devil, she’s worth whatever cost Xander asks for. Without her I have no reason to keep going, no reason for my heart to keep beating, because without her I am nothing, just an empty shell.
Pulling on a baggy sweatshirt one of my exes left ages ago left and some comfortable leggings I go back out into the living room. I find Xander and Mack staring each other down on each side of my ratty ass couch like they’re ready to pounce on each other. They both turn looking at me as I emerge from my room.
“Where the fuck is my wallet?” Xander bites out as he stands, and I jump a little at the anger in his voice. Walking over to my purse, I pull out his wallet, holding it out to him.
“There, that’s what you came for. Somehow it got lost in my bra.” I give him my best fuck you look I can muster.
