Page 6 of Only Me
The reminder of where Casey is right at this second snaps me out of my self-guided tour of her house. No,ourhouse. Quickly, I cross to the closet and put my duffle bag inside. I’ll put my things away later− in her room. Because I have no intention of sleeping anywhere but in her bed tonight.
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After changinginto jeans and a T-shirt, I race back to the club my heart pounding in my chest and my stomach in a knot. But not from the almost three-mile run. No, I took longer than I wanted to check out the house, and now it’s almost eight thirty. Casey has been in that club, in that tiny outfit for thirty minutes already.
How many men have ogled her? How many men am I going to have to kill? I try not to think about whether or not Casey ever graced that stage before I arrived. She said she’s worked at the club since she turned eighteen. Surely her uncle, my uncle, would never let her take her clothes off for strange men.
Rage like I’ve never known boils in my gut at the thought. It doesn’t matter. Now that I’m in the picture, I’ll make sure she never steps foot on that stage again, unless it’s for a private show of one.
I burst through the front door, Butch jumping in surprise at my abrupt entrance.
“Hey, new boss. How’s it hanging?” The bouncer smirks as I rushed past without another look.
At the end of the short hall, I pause to take a deep breath. I can’t fly off the handle and murder every man in the place. That would end with me in prison, and I won’t be able to protect my woman behind bars. Sufficiently calmed, I step into the club. It takes no time at all to find her.
Pressed up against some sleazeball at the bar.
So much for calm.
