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A slow moan escapes from her lips and she catches herself. The moment she realizes that my hands have brought her an inch of pleasure she shakes me off like I’m a cockroach.
“I should go” she stands and tries to move away from me.
“No we still have much to discuss,” I return to my seat and she stays standing.
She shakes her head as if to clear away some sort of fog, “The club needs my attention. I’m meeting with the other owner tonight. He has some big news for me.”
Sage puts her jacket back onto her bare shoulders, and turns to leave. Something makes her stop and she looks back over her shoulder. “Thank you, Nikita.”
I chuckle.
My full name sounds so strange coming from her lips.
“Call me Niki,” I nod. “All my friends do.”
She hurries away then, her cowboy boots pounding into the floors of my mansion. After she’s gone, all traces of her delicious smell fade, my hard on still lingers.
I’m going to enjoy everything I inflict on her.
She’s going to regret her deal.
I’m going to be her fucking nightmare till death do us part.
CHAPTER6
Sage
Junebug has finally, decided to participate in the club. He’s been in Miami for almost seven months only to call and check in here and there. He’s a sleazy balding lowlife. I hated working for him when I was a dancer. He was always trying to get a girl to fuck. Every once in a while some new girl would be dumb enough to think she could dance her way to the top and fuck him.
Idiots.
He had added about three more gold chains to his neck since I’d last seen him and he was sporting a Hawaiian style shirt as the light above bounced off his head. He looked like a chocolate covered candy. A fucking Milk Dud, who loved money and fucking women.
I entered the office, his strong ass cologne hitting my throat made me gag a little.
“Damn, you still bathing in that shit?” I eye him.
“Nice to see you too, Sage.” He gives a smile and stops what he is doing— counting yesterday’s take, that Yasmine should have already brought to the bank.
“How was Miami?” I take a seat across from him.
He shrugs and finishes counting.
When he’s done he pockets some of the cash and my blood boils. We lock eyes and he offers a nasty smile.
“Miami is about to be permanent,” the grin never leaves his face.
My hands itch to take the gold chains around his thick neck and strangle him with them. I control myself.
“Oh really?”
“Yes, really,” he nods. “The wife is ready to leave Houston and I’m ready to enjoy early retirement.”
“So you’re selling me the rest of the club?”
My palms start to sweat a little bit.
I can be free of him and his thieving ass?
