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I could just imagine how men would react to her. If my reaction was what it was, I doubted someone else would feel less about her. The idea made me uncomfortable. But I didn’t own her, and she could do whatever she wanted. Except sleep with someone. She wasn’t on birth control, but her exclusivity to me was in her contract, and I knew she wouldn’t breach it.
Still, I really wanted to see her.
I picked up the phone again and called Jeff.
Jeff and I had been friends for a very long time. We’d met at a convention early on in my career, and somehow, we stayed in touch. We had very little in common besides money and women, but that was enough to tie us together. Of course, I had never really been as much of a womanizer as Jeff was. If I thought I treated woman like a piece of ass, Jeff did it all ten times worse. I fucked around plenty, but Jeff put me to shame.
“Evan, good to hear from you,” Jeff said when he answered the phone.
“What are you doing tonight?” I asked.
“Nothing yet. I was waiting for you to call me.”
“Don’t pull your tricks on me,” I said, laughing. “Save your lies for the girls you’re trying to get in bed with you.”
Jeff laughed. “Nothing like an old friend to remind me that I can be transparent. What did you have in mind for tonight?”
“How about a nightclub? I heard Lavo is really great.”
“Well, look at you, letting down your hair, you old fart,” Jeff said. “I go to Lavo all the time.”
“So, you’re in?”
“For sure. Anything to pick up some pussy.”
Jeff was the perfect wingman. We had the same outlook when it came to women. He loved women because he could fuck them. A new woman every night was a successful week to him. I didn’t like fucking around that much–even I had limits–but when I was in the mood for a casual fling, Jeff knew just where to go.
With him at my side, I could see Scarlett tonight without it being weird.
She was going with Lily, but maybe if I could see her, touch her, and dance with her, I could convince her to come home with me.
Was I going out to stalk her? No. I was just going to watch her. I was going to enjoy her from a distance. And if she got some other male attention, well, I would make sure that she was safe. It was the least I could do. Maybe I was being overprotective, but I had a good reason to keep an eye on the future mother of my child.
Jeff came to my place before we went out. He wore jeans and a collared shirt that was tucked in. He’d shaven, and his cologne was so strong, I was sure it would cling to my shirt. Jeff looked neat, but he looked like an older guy. The typical, tucked in shirt routine just didn’t work anymore. Did it?
“How do you get women dressing like that?” I asked.
“Well, excuse me, Mr. GQ,” Jeff said. “Women love this shit, man. The daddy game is all the rage now. They just love calling me ‘Daddy’ when we fuck. If that’s what they want,” he tugged at his collar, “then who am I to deny it?”
“And if they want something else?” I asked.
“Then they get something else. I don’t give a shit, as long as I get to fuck someone.”
Right. I poured us each a whiskey at the bar. Jeff leaned on the bar with both elbows, watching me pour. It had been so much better with Scarlett hanging on my bar. Of course, that had been because of how the night had gone, because I’d gotten her naked.
Next time, I was going to fuck her on top of the bar. That was a great idea. I could just imagine her, naked and gasping on the cool bar top.
“So, why a nightclub?” Jeff asked.
I shrugged. “I feel like getting out, tonight,” I said.
I slid his drink to him, and Jeff took it and sipped the amber liquid. I did the same. Hennessy–there were few things in life as good as a smooth whiskey.
I didn’t usually go to nightclubs. They were always filled with people who either wanted to get wasted or get laid. The latter, I was more than willing to provide, but they were usually so drunk, they couldn’t control themselves, and they were all so damn young.
Scarlett was young, too, of course. But that was different.
“I’m getting laid tonight,” Jeff said, rubbing his hands together. “Lavo has so many girls to choose from, you won’t know which one to stick your dick in first.” Jeff gulped down half his drink like it was water. No appreciation for the finer things. Which was why he was willing to fuck anything with tits and two legs.
“We should get you someone, too,” he said. “When was the last time you got down and dirty with a lady?”
I chuckled. “Last night, actually.”
“Shit,” Jeff said. “Really? You’re one up on me, then.”
