Page 62 of A Dark Duet

“I don’t want you to go after Jack and his people. I’m afraid of something bad happening to you or Jaden. Brie and I, we can’t lose you both.”

His eyes soften, and he kisses the palm of my hand with the tenderest of kisses. I have fallen so deeply in love with him. I get butterflies in my stomach every time I feel his touch on my skin.

“Don’t worry about that. I don’t want you or Brie to worry about those motherfuckers. It’s taken care of. You just worry about your last dance at the club and wrapping things up at your apartment. I will have everything you want to bring sent over to the house. You have a dance studio to run. I know you saw the papers in the closet.”

My eyes go wide that he knows I have gone through the papers in the closet. He quickly sees my reaction.

He grins.“Relax, Giselle. I wanted you to see them. I left them there for you to find.”

“I’m sorry for not thanking you. I just… I’m not used to all this, and the gifts, it’s a lot.”

I look up, looking out the window at the busy Vegas café. I look back at him. He’s silent, watching me. “Thank you for everything. I will work hard, and I appreciate everything you have done for me. I want to repay you—”

“Shh. Shh,” he interrupts me. He shakes his headno.

“Don’t. You don’t have to repay me for anything. I wanted to. All I want is for you to be by my side. I know it’s hard for you right now. It’s enough that you’re deciding to move in with me.”

I nod my headyes. “Okay.” I smile.

“Alright, give me a kiss and let’s go eat.”

I kiss him softly, knowing he is changing the subject about Jack. I put it in the back of my mind for now and get out to have lunch with him at the café. When we are inside ordering, curious looks come our way and people take pictures of us. “Is it always going to be like this?”

He smiles. “You have made me even more popular.”

“Me?”“Oh yeah, Money Monroe,” he says playfully.

I snort in laughter at my stage name at The Porcelain Dollhouse.

“I’m the lucky one to have your attention,” he says.

“I think you have more than just my attention.” I smirk.

“Really? What else do I have that’s more than just your attention.” He slouches in the chair, extending his long legs, looking sexy in his hoodie. He takes it off, revealing his tatted arm, his tight, white T-shirt against his muscled chest, filling it out completely. He catches me ogling him down to his slim waist, raising a brow.

I smile, embarrassed at getting caught checking him out. “The important parts,” I say.

“Hmm. If you only knew there are only two parts that I’m interested in, but we can have that conversation another time when we’re alone.”

“Okay,” I say, wondering what parts he’s referring to.

* * *

We arrive at the house, and I decide I want to get in the pool and wear the bikini he bought for me. It’s a vintage Chanel-style bikini that is more like a micro bikini on purpose by design. I walk out while he lounges by the pool near the open French doors that lead from the pool to the bedroom.

He raises his head and leans on his elbows from the lounge chair, wearing designer aviator sunglasses and new, long-length shorts. I can’t see his expression, but he grins in approval.

“Come here,” he says.

I walk over and his fingers slide between the folds of my shaved pussy through the tiny bikini bottom. My clit is throbbing from his light touch and my pussy leaks with desire. I look at what his fingers are doing, hooking inside the bikini bottom, seeking the softness of my folds to the sleek wetness inside.

“You have a beautiful body and a pretty pussy,” he says huskily.

My nipples strain in the small triangle top, he pulls me closer, sliding his hand to caress my breasts, and my head falls to the side as I moan.

He slides his legs over and gets up, towering over me as I look up into his eyes with desire. He walks me back and guides me to the sun shelf of the pool with the in-pool loungers.

He sits on one of them, leaving me standing next to him in the warm pool, the water level at my shins. Leaning back, he slides his shorts down, revealing his hard cock with a drop of precum glistening in the sunlight. I straddle him and I slide the scrap of fabric from the bikini bottom to the side and impale myself on his cock.

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