Page 70 of Unravelling The Beast

I remain silent, completely ignoring him and continue to stare down at my phone.

"Are you expecting someone or something?"

I don’t respond as I puff on the cigar, creating a massive smoke cloud to rise above me. When he seems to have left me alone and took the hint, I raise my eyes to the balcony that overlooks my club’s entrance. After a few minutes, I see Savannah and Izzy stroll in, causing my jaw to tense with annoyance.

I slip my phone into my suit pocket and remove the cigar from my lips so that I can speak to Cash sternly, not taking my eyes off them.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

He glances over to where I'm looking, and when he notices who I’m speaking about, he sinks back further into the plush, velvety red seat with a sigh.

"I invited her."

My focus swiftly turns to him and I narrow my eyes.

"And why the fuck would you do something so stupid like that?"

My eyes return in her direction and I watch her every move as she walks towards the bar wearing a tiny red dress with Izzy beside her.

"She won't leave me alone about you, Arlo. Just fuck her already; she's a fucking pest."

I grit my teeth as I respond, expressing my fury.

"No."

"Why the hell not? She's apparently good-looking, and she fits perfectly into our world."

"She's not my fucking type, or I would have fucked her already."

"Blonde, long legs, and perky tits ain't your type any more, no?"

In an instant, my cold eyes flash to his, giving him a death stare, and he raises his hands in surrender before turning away, knowing not to push me any further.

It's obvious that's not my type any more. Wren is short, brunette, curvy, and has big fucking tits. She's nothing like my typical type, yet I can't stop my dick from wanting to drill her pussy 24/7.

I refocus my attention on the entrance and stare, carefully studying every individual as they arrive, until I finally notice her, at which point what remains of my shattered heartbeat stops entirely.

As I take in what she's wearing, my wicked eyes wander over her beautiful body. She's dressed in a long, white silk dress with a large slit that extends all the way up to the top of her thigh, revealing her smoothed, tanned leg and the luxurious material hugs every single one of her luscious curves perfectly.

My entire attention is drawn to her as she glances around with a bright smile on her stunning face, instantly luring me in and obscuring everything else in the club around me. Her enchanting gaze exposes the core of pure beauty. It makes you want to explore the depths of her captivating eyes and embrace the allure that lies within.

Wren is kind, nurturing, and understanding, and the light in her heart could blind even the dimmest of souls, but not mine, unfortunately. Mine is so opaque that it is impenetrable to luminosity.

While I observe her from a distance, my dick twitches against my pants. The images of her riding my cock backward last night flood wildly through my memory, as does how I slid my finger deep into her ass to make her scream louder for me.

I attempt to pull my gaze away from her to look around and stop myself from getting hard, but I realize that every single man is mesmerized by her as well, which sparks some unwanted possessiveness in me.

I suppress it as soon as she starts moving and my eyes follow her every step as she walks effortlessly towards the bar, clearly seeing Savannah and Izzy.

Cash leans in and nudges my shoulder with his, pulling me out of my reverie.

"What the fuck is she doing here?"

My teeth grind down and when I don’t speak, he continues.

"You invited the fucking nanny?"

I cast a glare at him while biting on my words.

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