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CHAPTER 5
Kyle
“I still can’t believe you fucking left me sitting in there,” I tell her, and she just looks at me and shrugs. I just shake my head at the memory. Unfucking believable she was.
Of course, I had to find her. I was kicking myself. But I never gave anyone my name, it is just not how I have ever operated. But was she different? She was branding me with her own personal invisible sigil.
I waited a moment, thinking if I should find her or just let her go. Who was I kidding, there was no letting her go.
“Mistress,” I called to her retreating back in the hallway toward the front area of the club. She was naked, storming but I could not help but watch those hard ass cheeks as they bounced with each stomp of her foot.
“Fuck off,” she called behind her. As she made her way to the stage area, I grabbed her and pushed her back into the wall. My hand was on her chest holding her there as I felt her breathing increase. She was pissed as she glared at me. Her face reddened with each minute.
“What the fuck do you want?” she spit out at me, as I pushed her things out of her hands to the floor.
“You,” I said quietly as I crashed my mouth to hers, holding her by her neck. She hesitated only a moment before she opened her mouth and returned my kiss. Her hands were ripping and pulling at my hair, she was so pissed and did not want me. Oh, but her body said otherwise.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she moaned out as she turned her head from me.
“Yep, better get used to it,” I told her as I turned her eyes back to me. Her chest heaved as she shoved her hands into my chest. I stood there unmoving.
“Let me go.” She gritted her teeth.
“Is that what you want,” I asked her as I ground my hips into hers. She stared at me; she was furious.
“If I let you go, this,” I motioned between us, “is over,” I warned.
“I don’t want to fucking want this, and I don’t want to like yielding to you,” she screamed out as she clenched her fist and hit against my chest.
I let go of her, the choice was hers. I would never take someone's choice from them. It was my number one rule.
“You think I fucking want this? To just fucking think about you night and day?” I asked her as I grabbed her face.
She stepped away from the wall and looked at me for a moment. Both our chests heaved, neither wanting to admit what we felt. Out of our element.
I honestly thought she was going to walk away, and when she took a step in that direction I caved.
I grabbed her wrist. “Alexia,” I whispered. I was defeated, and she was beating me at my own game. She turned around and just looked at me. I pulled her back, so she crashed up against me. Her eyes questioned, as I ran my lips slowly over hers.
“My name is Kyle,” I whispered into her mouth. Her eyes widened a moment before she grabbed my face and met me the rest of the way.
She shoved me backward; I was momentarily caught off guard as my back hit the wall.
“Kyle,” she whispered to me as she pulled away slightly, “you’re a fucking asshole,” and with that, she grabbed her things and walked into the locker room. I let her go.
I took myself to my office, no longer having an interest in interacting that night. I threw my bracelet down on my desk. I pulled at my hair in frustration over how goddamn messed up she had me. No woman had the right to hold this much power over me.
I glanced over at the monitors just as she left the locker room fully dressed and then walked out the front door.
I figured I would pull myself together tonight and come back tomorrow ready and refreshed for new partners. I would not let myself be tied down.
I slept like shit; work was a shit show full of deadlines for investors and clients. The world of finance is not small time, especially not my company. It is the reason I was a billionaire. No one would be the wiser. I drove a regular pick-up truck and lived in an apartment.
I worked through lunch in the afternoon, letting my assistant take hers. I need to stay busy and focused, then I would not think of her.
After work that day, I went back to my apartment. I did not want to even go to the club, and I did not have to. I had people doing that for me.
I hit the gym on the bottom floor, blaring music in my ears as I pounded the treadmill. Every song made me think of her; I swore I could smell her, and her face was at the forefront of my mind.
