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SIX
Mr. X
I stared out at theNew York City skyline, downing yet another scotch. Tonight grated on me more than I cared to admit to myself. Or let anyone see.
Seeing Rebecca, speaking to her, and touching her had my cock so painfully hard all night, I’d masturbated twice already, but still couldn’t get her out of my mind.
I scrolled through my phone and flipped through the wasteland of photos of her over the years. Images I captured when she didn’t think anyone noticed her. After closing them down, I brought up my contacts to make a call I’d thought about all night. Another man would wait until a reasonable hour. I wasn’t just another man.
“Good evening, Mr. X,” the husky female voice answered. “What can I do for you at this hour?”
“Alicia, I’m using my guest pass this week.”
“I see.” She cleared her throat, and a moment later, tapped on a keyboard with soft clicks. “This is the first time you’re inviting a guest. How would you like the request sent?”
“Personally.” I turned to stare at my bed, wishing I could bring her here. I’d set the bed on fire if I had to smell her perfume on my sheets when she left. “This is a very special woman. She would never do something like this. She has bodyguards. They’ll never let her just wander into someplace like...”
“Like?”
“Like your club.”
“I’m insulted.”
“Don’t be. They’re doing their job. She needs protecting.” And a good fuck with a dose of my discipline.
Her rise to the throne would be spectacular to watch. This city would see only a flawless queen. But I could teach her how to bow to me. Suck my cock, feel and drink in the power that would give her.
“You know the rules. No guards. Just members and guests.”
That rule had given me pause initially, but Alicia’s establishment turned out to be very safe, and best of all, discreet. “You’ll have to convince her to be my guest and make her feel safe without her guards.”
“That won’t be a problem.” She snorted with confidence into the phone. “Name?”
“Rebecca Domenico.”
Silence.
“Alicia?”
“Are you serious?”
“Is there a problem?”
“You want me to invite Giovanni fucking Domenico’s daughter into my club. Do you think I have a death wish?”
“As my guest. Rebecca and her father...” I reflected on how that relationship seemed to have shifted in the last few months. Rebecca appeared to be in charge and not the other way around. “I accept full responsibility.”
Silence again.
“Whatever the personal invite normally costs, I’ll pay double. Triple.”
“Quadruple and I’ll do it.” More typing sounds came from her phone. “When?”
“Monday at 11:45 a.m. I’ll make sure you have access to her building. A pass will be waiting for you at the guard desk.”
“And when shall the invite be for?”
“Thursday.”
“That doesn’t give me much time to get an invitation made up, Mr. X.”
Anger bubbled up inside of me, fire rushing through my veins. I’d been too nice to Alicia, letting her think she could challenge me.
“I can take my business elsewhere, Alicia, if you talk to me again like that.” I paid a shitload of money to fuck women on a set of clean sheets and a bed only used by me. “I can set up an operation to put you out of business.” But I calmed down. I had no interest in opening a sex playground for dirty billionaires and mobsters. And I needed Alicia’s club to stay sane or I’d really snap.
“I apologize,” she responded quickly. “It won’t happen again. Your passkey will lock down the private elevator for up to twenty minutes.”
“Are we set, then?”
“We’re set, Mr. X. Goodbye.”
Before I shut off my phone, my eyes locked on a picture of Becca posted online from tonight’s fundraiser. She looked sad even in an expensive gown and diamonds.
Okay, Princess Domenico, let’s put a fucking smile on that beautiful face already.
Just looking at her, another massive erection sprang to life. Growling, I grabbed my cock. Naked and right there in front of the window, I began to jerk off.
All the women I invited up to my private suite at Alicia’s club looked like Rebecca. Long dark hair. Blue eyes. Plump red lips. Not that I kissed any of them.
I might not even kiss Rebecca.
I might be her undoing, but she would also be mine.
