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“It’s not all bad. I quit my job the same day and enrolled in school. I was released from trying to prove myself to him, and for that, maybe I should thank that bitch, Lydia. She really helped me realize that my dad will never care about me, so I shouldn’t care what he thinks.” The server comes by to refill Abby’s glass, and she thanks him, taking another large gulp.

Her grief at losing another parent is obvious, even though he was a shitty one, and I will make them pay. If she has to suffer at their hands, then they will feel desolation at mine.

Chapter 35

Kolson

Afterourdate,Abbyspent the night and most of Friday in my bed, only getting up to eat. But as her Friday night shift at the Fox Hole rolls closer, my agitation at the prospect of her going back there grows. I don’t want to take away something that she loves, but now that we’re officially together, it’s hard to imagine her touching other men, even if it’s just her job.

I’m lying on the bed in nothing but my underwear as Abby walks out of the closet in leggings and one of my favorite hoodies. “And where do you think you’re going wearing that?”

“To work,” she sing-songs, teasing me. “But, guess what?”

“What?” She climbs onto the bed, straddling me and making my dick twitch.

“I’m putting in my two-week notice tonight. It’s time to stop giving lap dances for a living. I want to focus on school and opening my own studio.”

I grin. “That’s amazing news. I’m happy for you.”

“For us,” she says, bending forward to kiss me. Then she hops off me, too quickly for me to catch her, and races toward the door.

She won’t let me drive her to work, so I made her call an Uber. She says it would be too tempting for me to stay and keep tabs on her, and she’s adamant that I’m not to do that anymore. I’m trying, but I haven’t made any promises.

I catch her from behind right before she bounds out the door, squeezing her tight around the waist.

“Come home to me after work,” I murmur into her ear before nipping the lobe.

“I will, demon. See you in a few hours.” She turns to give me a quick kiss, then she’s gone.

Once Abby is out the door, I go into my office and fire up my computer. I send an email to my private investigator, asking him to dig up any dirt he can on Abby’s piece-of-shit father and his wife, Lydia. Then I do some searching on my own, find small pieces of information, but nothing like my PI will be able to.

I won’t let him get away with hurting my siren. He’ll pay for what he put her through, and that motherfucker won’t know what hit him once I’m done.

A couple of hours later, I end up at the Fox Hole. Should I be here? Probably not. But the itch to be near Abby is uncontrollable. I need my eyes on her. Even better if I can convince her to just give me a private dance until the end of her shift. I’ll pay whatever she wants, and I’ll get her to myself. Win-win.

But as I walk in and spot her, she’s just disappearing down the hallway of private rooms with another man. And not just any man, someone I recognize: Everett Prince—the only fucker who ever got close enough to Abby to make me almost feral with the need to hurt him. I had to start a lawsuit over nothing and request him as the lawyer specifically to get him out of Mexico. And out of Abby’s life, or so I thought.

The lawsuit never went anywhere, of course. When did he get back to San Diego, and why didn’t I know? How long has he been visiting her here? Taking her attention off of me.Fuck this.

Storming into the back hallway, I stop and listen for her—any small moan or whisper—before I go charging into each room. When I hear her laughter near the end of the hall, I move, barging through the thin door.

They both turn to look at me. Abby’s face morphs from shock to annoyance, whilehisface contorts with anger.

“What the fuck, dude. Get the fuck out!” he yells, but Abby turns with her hand out to stop him from standing before he’s done.

“Rett, this is my boyfriend. I’m going to go talk to him in the hallway for a minute. I’ll be right back.” She gives him a small smile, trying to appease the asshole, then turns back to me with a glare. “Hallway. Now.”

“I’m not going anywhere, siren. I know exactly who this is, and you’re not going to be alone with him. Tonight or ever.” I glare right back at her, but I know my insecurities are showing.

“Demon,” she sighs, her hand coming to rest on my chest. “I’m yours. This is just my job.”

Grabbing her ass under her short plaid skirt, I lean down and whisper in her ear, “Let me prove to him that you’re mine, then. Right here.”

When she moans in response, I smile wickedly at Rett over her shoulder. I lift her, and her legs wrap around my waist, then I move toward the chair that Rett is sitting in with Abby in my arms.

Setting her in his lap, so her head falls back against his shoulder, I say, “You don’t mind, do you, dude?” He glares at me, but I can tell that he’s just as turned on as we are. He’s not going anywhere.

Getting on my knees in front of them, I lift Abby’s feet to rest on Rett’s knees, spreading her thighs wide. Her black lace thong is soaked, and I groan as I use my finger to hook it to the side, leaning forward to suck her clit into my mouth. Her piercing rolling over my tongue makes me moan; I’m already hard as stone behind my zipper.

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