baby. I love you.”
“And me, you” She answered as we walked out of the small
room to cat calls and wolf whistles.
Ava laughed and bowed but I didn’t miss the dark look in
Kade’s eyes.
Yeah, numbnuts, I can make her scream!
Chapter 12
ava
Monday night saw me back at the Panther. It was packed
with it being ‘open night’ as Layla called it.
One night a month William opened the doors and allowed
entry to non-members and I was currently chuckling at Willow’s choice of pole
music. Theory of a Deadmans ‘Little Smirk’ was blasting through her
individual speaker and just as it sang ‘Karma bitch’ guess who walked through
the door?
Rebecca!
Fuck!
Owen eyed me when the deep growl filtered through my
system and erupted from my throat fiercely.
I could see Layla stutter on the pole from the corner of
my eye as the room developed a chill. I felt William’s worried gaze settle on
me as he approached Rebecca and said something in her ear. Her eyes swept to
me, a slight smirk on her lips and Owen whipped the glass bottle out of my hand
before I crushed it under my hold.
But then I remembered Mason and his renounce of war with
Kade.
“William, its fine, let her in.” He narrowed his eyes on
me and I held my hands up, “I won’t hurt her.”
He regarded me for a while but then nodded his relent and
moved aside.
The fuck whore decided to pop her skinny arse on the
stool in front of my side of the bar. Owen, bless his heart, whipped the towel
off my shoulder and handed me a tray, “Room 12, honey.”
I nodded, gave him a sly wink and made my way around the
bar, balancing the tray expertly in one hand as I opened the security hatch.
“Ava.” Rebecca called as my foot hit the hallway towards
room 12.
Fuck, shit and bloody bollocks!
I stilled but didn’t turn. “You want something?”
“Uhh, can I have a word, just a quick one?”
I sighed, then huffed, then inhaled, then exhaled, “If
you must.”
She nodded and swallowed but I caught the evil little
glint in her eye. “I just wondered if I can have a word with Ginny and
Marlene?”
What the fuck!
What the fucking fuck?!
I licked my lips in an attempt to replace some of the
dryness now working its way through my system. “You know them?” I asked, mad at
myself for giving this bitch exactly what she wanted but unable to help myself.
Her eyes gleamed and I bit my bottom lip at my stupidity.
“Yes. They used to work at Allure. I just need a quick word with them.”
I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me ask any
more. “Sure” I replied as nonchalantly as I could but I knew she could read me,
could see the question in my head of how come this…fuck whore was associated
with Allure, just as Mason was.
Did she work there? Was she a prostitute now? It wouldn’t
surprise me! Was it her that owned the place? If so, then what was Mason’s
connection as well?
God fucking damn!
She smiled too sweetly, the saccharine squeezing from all
the Botox in her lips like a lump of syrup. Gross!
“Go for it” I told her as I held a finger towards the dressing
room.
“Thank you, hun.”
“Don’t fucking hun me Rebecca. I am not and never
will be your fucking hun . Got me?”
She nodded, her false face paling slightly before she
turned and knocked on the room door.
I made my escape, scurrying down the corridor to room 12
before I slammed the tray, contents included, into her face.
I took a deep breath and painted a hosts smile on my face
as I placed the tray on the table between the men currently watching an act
between one of the pro’s and one of their friends.
“Thank you, darling… Ava?”
I blinked at the guy studying me with twinkling bright
blue eyes and a soft smile, and then it clicked. “Jay,” I laughed when he stood
and lifted me up high in his embrace. “When did you get home?”
“A couple of days ago. Have you not seen my dad? I
thought you worked with him.”
I shook my head at
“And me, you” She answered as we walked out of the small
room to cat calls and wolf whistles.
Ava laughed and bowed but I didn’t miss the dark look in
Kade’s eyes.
Yeah, numbnuts, I can make her scream!
Chapter 12
ava
Monday night saw me back at the Panther. It was packed
with it being ‘open night’ as Layla called it.
One night a month William opened the doors and allowed
entry to non-members and I was currently chuckling at Willow’s choice of pole
music. Theory of a Deadmans ‘Little Smirk’ was blasting through her
individual speaker and just as it sang ‘Karma bitch’ guess who walked through
the door?
Rebecca!
Fuck!
Owen eyed me when the deep growl filtered through my
system and erupted from my throat fiercely.
I could see Layla stutter on the pole from the corner of
my eye as the room developed a chill. I felt William’s worried gaze settle on
me as he approached Rebecca and said something in her ear. Her eyes swept to
me, a slight smirk on her lips and Owen whipped the glass bottle out of my hand
before I crushed it under my hold.
But then I remembered Mason and his renounce of war with
Kade.
“William, its fine, let her in.” He narrowed his eyes on
me and I held my hands up, “I won’t hurt her.”
He regarded me for a while but then nodded his relent and
moved aside.
The fuck whore decided to pop her skinny arse on the
stool in front of my side of the bar. Owen, bless his heart, whipped the towel
off my shoulder and handed me a tray, “Room 12, honey.”
I nodded, gave him a sly wink and made my way around the
bar, balancing the tray expertly in one hand as I opened the security hatch.
“Ava.” Rebecca called as my foot hit the hallway towards
room 12.
Fuck, shit and bloody bollocks!
I stilled but didn’t turn. “You want something?”
“Uhh, can I have a word, just a quick one?”
I sighed, then huffed, then inhaled, then exhaled, “If
you must.”
She nodded and swallowed but I caught the evil little
glint in her eye. “I just wondered if I can have a word with Ginny and
Marlene?”
What the fuck!
What the fucking fuck?!
I licked my lips in an attempt to replace some of the
dryness now working its way through my system. “You know them?” I asked, mad at
myself for giving this bitch exactly what she wanted but unable to help myself.
Her eyes gleamed and I bit my bottom lip at my stupidity.
“Yes. They used to work at Allure. I just need a quick word with them.”
I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of seeing me ask any
more. “Sure” I replied as nonchalantly as I could but I knew she could read me,
could see the question in my head of how come this…fuck whore was associated
with Allure, just as Mason was.
Did she work there? Was she a prostitute now? It wouldn’t
surprise me! Was it her that owned the place? If so, then what was Mason’s
connection as well?
God fucking damn!
She smiled too sweetly, the saccharine squeezing from all
the Botox in her lips like a lump of syrup. Gross!
“Go for it” I told her as I held a finger towards the dressing
room.
“Thank you, hun.”
“Don’t fucking hun me Rebecca. I am not and never
will be your fucking hun . Got me?”
She nodded, her false face paling slightly before she
turned and knocked on the room door.
I made my escape, scurrying down the corridor to room 12
before I slammed the tray, contents included, into her face.
I took a deep breath and painted a hosts smile on my face
as I placed the tray on the table between the men currently watching an act
between one of the pro’s and one of their friends.
“Thank you, darling… Ava?”
I blinked at the guy studying me with twinkling bright
blue eyes and a soft smile, and then it clicked. “Jay,” I laughed when he stood
and lifted me up high in his embrace. “When did you get home?”
“A couple of days ago. Have you not seen my dad? I
thought you worked with him.”
I shook my head at
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