Page 38 of Crave: A Reverse Harem Romance

She began running her hands up and down my cock over the top of my pants, and I could feel my heartbeat quicken in anticipation.

Right then, my phone began to buzz in my pocket. Only someone from work would call me at this time of night.

I threw my head back in frustration. “I’m sorry. I have to take this. Give me just a second?” I asked her.

“Absolutely,” she said, sitting back in her seat. “I’m not going anywhere.”

God, she was so fucking gorgeous.

Although it was more than that for me. I couldn’t explain it… but this girl gave me weird feelings that I didn’t know how to identify. Even after we hooked up, I was hoping that we’d be able to keep talking. That I could learn more about her.

“Hello?” I answered the phone. “This had better be fucking good.”

It was one of my security guards, Bruno. “You need to get back here immediately,” he said, his voice urgent.

“Why? What’s wrong?” I asked.

“That guy from the alley? He’s hurt pretty fucking bad. Now the cops want to talk to you. They want to hear your side of the story.”

“Fantastic…” I sighed. “Okay, I’ll be right there.”

Of course this would happen right now.

“Sorry, beautiful, we’re going to need to take a rain check,” I told Harlow as I began to roll the window down between us and my driver. “We have to get back to Crave,” I told him.

Guess I was going to be dealing with a fun case of blue balls tonight.

Chapter 12 - Harlow

I went back to the club with Diesel, trying to hide my disappointment that we hadn’t gotten to do more tonight. But whatever he got called back to the club for, it seemed important. I could see the stress on his face.

At first, I hadn’t asked. It felt out of turn. But as we got closer to the club, I couldn’t hold back my curiosity.

“What’s going on?” I asked Diesel.

“It’s that guy… the one we called the cops for.” He seemed fidgety.

“What about him? I thought your security team was going to handle it.”

“Me, too. I mean, they did. The police came and everything. But I guess the guy was hurt pretty badly.”

“How badly?” I asked.

“His, uh, skull was cracked.”

“Oh my God…” I muttered, my eyes wide. Had I killed a guy tonight?

As if reading my mind, Diesel then added, “He’s not dead. He’s just badly hurt. And now the police want to talk to me, to get my side.”

My heart began to quicken. I was the one who had cracked his skull, though. Was I going to get in trouble? I mean, it was completely in self-defense. The guy was dragging me out of the club to do who knows what with me.

What if the cops didn’t believe that? My anxiety was rising.

Diesel could definitely tell. Then again, it was probably pretty obvious. I was bobbing my right leg up and down like a madwoman.

“Hey, hey, relax,” Diesel told me. “It’s going to be okay.”

“What if it’s not?” I asked him. “What if they, like, take me to jail? What if I get arrested? God, the worst law I’ve broken until tonight was speeding by ten miles, and now I might go to jail?”

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