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I chuckled, satisfied I’d proven a point to myself, but my chuckleonly earned me a scowl from my beautiful Star.

But I still had one more point to prove.

“Tell me, Riley. If I were to shove my fingers into your tight cunt rightnow, would I find you dripping wet for me?”

The question seemed to snap her out of her lust filled haze and hereyes narrowed in anger. Finding strength from somewhere, she yanked her arms out of my grasp and shoved me away. Her attempt was pathetic but I took a step back anyway. I was sure I had proved my point, she had realized how wet she was for me.

“Fuck you, Kai, you’re deluded if you think I want you. I hate you, youare a fucking parasite and I bet your brother is glad he is dead so he doesn’t have to deal with your shit anymore.”

She pushed past me, and strode to the emergency button whereshe hit it with her fist and the elevator started to rise again. My smugness at winning our little game immediately evaporated at her words.

How dare she bring Theo into this. She was fucking lucky I didn’tdrag her back by her hair, spin her around, and fuck both her cunt and ass in this elevator while she screamed my name and begged me to stop.

As soon as the doors slid open, Jacqueline was waiting.

“Take Riley to her room. She is to stay there for the rest of the night,”I growled, struggling to keep my temper in check. Without a word, Riley followed the maid, disappearing down the hallway that would take her to her room and out of my sight.

Later that evening, I found myself in the VIP section of Sapphire. Mymood had gone from bad to worse as the day progressed. Riley’s words echoed in my head and I had to get out of the apartment before I took my anger out on her. It wasn’t just what she said about Theo, but it was her denial.

She fucking wanted me, she was just too damn stubborn to admit it toherself.

What was so fucking spectacular about Riley that made me obsessabout every inch of her? Maybe I needed to fuck another girl to get it out of my system. I hadn't been near or by a pussy since I saw Riley dance a week ago. Perhaps that was foolish of me, perhaps I should have gone straight to Sapphire, picked one of the whores there and spent the night balls deep in her to help me get over my Riley fascination. I convinced myself that all I needed to get over my obsession was blowing my load in another woman.

Thankfully, the majority of people could tell I was in a foul mood andgave me a wide berth. I was scanning the girls who were walking around in tiny bikinis, trying to pick out the one I wanted to hate fuck. I had the most beautiful girls working for me at the club, all of them could have easily passed for models.

Yet none of them compared to the girl who was back at myapartment, and not one of the girls in the club stirred my blood the way she did.

I downed my shot of vodka before nodding to the waitress, letting herknow I wanted my glass refilled. She didn't hesitate, promptly coming to my side with the bottle of Grey Goose vodka and refilling my shot glass.

"Will that be all, Mr. Wolfe," she purred seductively in my ear as shebent over, flashing her pert tits. It did nothing but add to my already pissed off mood. I glared at her and that was enough for her to let out a little yelp before scuttling off to the other side of the bar where she turned her attention to Miles and Danny, who were shooting some pool.

The lounge was busy tonight, not only were Miles, Danny, andHendrix all here enjoying themselves, there were a number of CEOs from my legitimate businesses mixing with the waitresses and getting steadily drunk. Only my most valued employees had access to this area, and the girls who worked this section made a killing each night by being the best hostesses money could buy. It was a privilege to work in this area and I only employed the best of the best.

The VIP lounge was sectioned off from the main part of the club, ithad its own private entrance and bar and was on the second floor, overlooking the main stage and dance floor. Sapphire was for the elite of Hollows Bay, thousands of dollars were spent here on a nightly basis, and only the best brands of booze were served. Not to mention the best quality of cocaine that was sold by the bucket load.

I had owned the club for two years now, having transformed it from arun down bar to a buzzing, trendy nightclub. To even get access to the club, you had to be a member which meant paying a small fortune in membership fees. To gain access to the VIP area, you had to be recommended by an existing member.I was proud of the place, a project I had developed without Theo'shelp which now meant it was one of the few places I could go and not be haunted by memories of my brother.

But tonight,nothingwas calming the burning rage coursing throughmy body. I threw the vodka down my throat again, relishing the burn it left behind and I pulled out my phone from my jacket pocket. I tapped in my pin and loaded up the security app that would show me what Riley was doing. I was bordering on stalker but I couldn’t help myself.

The camera was hidden in Riley’s bedroom, it was so tiny I knewshe would never find it. The feed showed Riley standing in the walk-in closet, a look of awe on her beautiful face as she admired all the clothes and accessories that had been brought in while we were out. I’d spent an absolute fortune in practically every designer store in the city to make sure she would have everything she could have ever wanted and deserved.

I zoomed in on the camera but my heart sank when the look of aweturned into a scowl and she stomped out of the wardrobe, slamming the door behind her. It seemed I wouldn’t be able to do anything right when it came to her.

I nodded for another shot and the waitress tottered back over, herhips swaying. She barely made eye contact as she bent over to fill my glass again. As she straightened up and went to walk away, I reached out and wrapped my hand around the bottle.

“Leave it,” I growled, not looking at her.

She relinquished the bottle and went back to the other side of the barwhere Danny and Miles were clearly playing much nicer with her than I was.

Putting the bottle down on the table, I closed the app that showedRiley was now sitting cross-legged on her bed, deep in thought. I was about to put my phone away when I noticed the symbol indicating I had an email. Opening up the app, I found a new email from Isaac.

I’d completely forgotten I’d asked him to delve into why the nameJoe Mason rang a bell with me, but the attachment to the email reminded me I’d asked him to look into the man who had helped Riley and Angel several months after arriving in Hollows Bay five years ago. I pulled up the attachment and scanned it, the dots joining in my head as to why I recognized the name.

Joe Mason was a fucking pedophile.

He’d been accused of using a number of his properties for thepurposes of allowing dirty old bastards to fuck young girls. He’d been busted by the cops but around a week later, the fucker had a heart attack and died. The city officials had quickly brushed the allegations under the carpet because it meant they could claim ownership of his assets and sell them for a small fortune.

I remembered the bust because I had not long taken over the reinsfrom my father, and when Theo and I had found out what had been going on under our noses, we both wanted to make examples of the dirty cunts who had been abusing the girls.

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