Page 101 of Captivated By Danger

“Everything good,” my driver, Saul, asked.

“In due time, things will be,” I responded.

Saul was as close as a non-professional friend I had. I could count on him to keep me honest with myself. My phone started to vibrate in my pocket and a part of me hoped that it was Greysen texting me getting bold again, but it wasn’t.

“Yeah,” I answered.

“I hate you fucking Danger boys on God.”

I chuckled. “What happened now?”

“Your new girl. How you and Danger find these perfect ass women? How close are you to being done? I’d love to be next in line for that. You know what I could do with all that ass?”

I had to pause for a moment. In our world, respect is how you got and kept your reputation. Not only was Chokers a place to get your kinks off, but it was also a place where some million- and billion-dollar deals took place. No one would work with a nigga who would back door a man over some pussy, and if you know a man would back door you over some pussy, they’d definitely do it if money was involved. So, it was always respectful to ask another Dom if they’d be either willing to share or be cool with passing them along once they were done.

“I’m going to ignore that for the time being. What’s up though? I’m heading back to work.”

“I ain’t want shit. Just wanted to fuck with you. And oh, make sure she knows not to get looped in with Aaron because they have a group project coming up. He be selling them pills.”

“Aaron?”

“Nigga that sit next to her. Kept trying to get her attention and shit.”

“Ah. Send me his information.”

“Yeah. Later.” He ended the call.

When I got a free moment, I was going to read over his file to see what he had going on. I laughed at myself because this would be the second man that I’ve checked over Greysen’s ass and we hadn’t even been together for a week. I should have listened to my gut and left her pretty ass in Citrus Grove.

That Evening…

It was a few minutes after eight when I stepped off the elevator.

“My apologies for being…” I stopped talking when I realized Greysen wasn’t in the dining room.

“Good evening, Diesel,” my chef walked in the dining room and spoke.

“Where’s Greysen? Has she eaten?”

“I haven’t seen her.”

“Okay, let me go get her. Fix two plates, please.”

I pulled at my tie as I walked down the hallway. Approaching her door, I noticed there was a piece of paper taped to her door.

Concede.

I smirked.

This damn girl.

I knocked on the door a couple times before opening it. She was sitting on the lounge chair facing the window with a book in her lap.

“The sign on the door says—”

“Your safe word is for sex and sex only.”

“But—"

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