Page 81 of Craving Paradise

The security guard walks toward a door that says STAFF and pushes through it.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what I did wrong. Whatever it is, I’m sorry.”

He ignores me. We walk down the empty corridor until we reach a door at the back. It looks like a fire escape. Is he kicking me out?

“Sir, please. I left my bag with my phone, wallet, and keys back at the booth. Let me get it, and I promise I’ll leave the club.”

He doesn’t say a word, opens the door to a balcony, and tells me to exit. I shake my head, indicating no.

“I’m not leaving this club until I have my things,” I yell at him.

“I have them, Ren.” Jasper steps out of the darkness holding my bag.

The security guard nods his head at Jasper, turns around, and walks away.

“What the hell, Jasper. You scared the fucking shit out of me,” I yell at him as I start to thump against his chest. “Why? I thought he was kicking me out for dancing on the platform. Fuck you. You ass,” I say, thumping him again.

“Ouch. Stop that. There was no other way to get you out of that club without people seeing us.”

“We’re leaving?”

“Fuck, yes. I’ve had enough of this fucking game, Lauren. I will not stay here all night and watch that man fucking touch you.”

“You’re the one who had his tongue down that bimbo’s throat.”

Jasper is on me in a second, pushing me back against the building’s steel wall.

“You fucking pushed me. You called my bluff, and I had to do it.”

“I’m sure you hated every second of it.” I roll my eyes.

“Of course, I did. She wasn’t you.”

That stupid flutter begins inside me. Where the hell were you ten minutes ago? I could have used you then, not now.

“You’re so fucking stubborn you couldn’t admit you were jealous.” He smirks.

“Because I can’t be jealous, Jasper. You know that, and I know that. I can handle seeing you fucking other women at The Paradise Club, what I can’t handle is seeing it out in the real world. Are you happy now?” I yell at him, confessing my thoughts, and making me feel vulnerable.

“Did you think it was a picnic for me watching that man’s hands all over you?” Jasper sneers.

“Is that why you got me kicked out of the club?” I ask, folding my arms in front of my chest.

“You’re not kicked out, Lauren. I’m taking you home so I can fuck you.”

“Oh.”

That wasn’t at all what I thought he was going to say.

“You drive me fucking mad sometimes, woman.” He chuckles, placing a hand against my cheek. “And yet, I can’t stop myself from wanting you.”

“What about Autumn and Freya, won’t they be home?”

Jasper shakes his head. “They’re away.”

Oh.

“I can’t leave Elle by herself, though.”

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