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“Here.” I hand her tissues, giving her space to clean up as she turns to one side, flushed and panting.
“Saoirse is your fiancée’s name?” She smiles faintly, pushing herself to sit upright. Even nude and perched on the edge of the stage, she’s still incredibly gorgeous. “She’s a lucky woman.”
“Mm.” I grunt, feeling a strong urge to get the fuck out of the room as quickly as possible, now that my intense urge to come has been relieved. The feelings I’d had only a moment ago seem embarrassing now, almost disturbing, how angry and lustful I’d been, taking it out on the girl and my own body with a heated violence that now seems almost distasteful.
My desire for Saoirse makes me feel crazed, and that’s all the more reason to either solve the problem by Liam fulfilling his promise after all, or get her wedded and bedded as quickly as possible, so that I can stop feeling this way.
So I can regain my fucking senses.
“I’m guessing that’s enough?” I ask, nodding at the scattered bills on the stage.
“More than enough,” the redhead says, still panting softly as she reaches for her robe. “You have plenty of time left, and you overpaid, if you want to recover and then—” She leaves the sentence hanging, a clear invitation for me to give my cock a moment to get hard again and then fuck her however I please. Given the look on her face, I half think she might have offered it even if Ihadn’toverpaid.
But I have no intention of fucking her. “That won’t be necessary,” I tell her coolly, as I finish adjusting my clothing, before striding out of the room, leaving her there to finish gathering herself as I go back out to the main part of the club and straight to the bar for another whisky.
Most of my men have trickled back to the champagne rooms. Luca and Viktor are watching the stage, enjoying the show without participating further, and I see Levin getting a lap dance from one of the girls, a prelude to what I’m sure he’ll be shortly enjoying back in one of the rooms. The night is still young, and I could sample more pleasures if I wanted. It’s my bachelor party, after all.
But the only thing I want is to see Saoirse, to touch her, to exorcise the endless fantasies I have of her and take them out on every inch of her perfect skin.
Since I can’t do that, I intend to get soundly drunk.
I take the whiskey the bartender hands me, and head to one of the couches, sinking back into it as I watch the show taking place on the main stage, two girls writhing closely with one another in time to the music.
Not that much longer, and if she’s going to be mine, she will be—in every way.
All I have to do is be patient, and then I can get rid of this pesky desire, once and for all.
At least, that’s what I tell myself.
9
SAOIRSE
The good thing about my bachelorette party is that my mother isn’t here. Not even she would try to infiltrate what is absolutely supposed to be a friends-only outing, not to mention the fact that I think my mother would faint if she ever tried to darken the door of a club ofanykind, let alone the one Maggie is taking me to.
The bad thing is that even Maggie couldn’t figure out a way to uninvite Caterina and Sofia.
“I don’t even know why they want to come,” I mutter. “They can’t drink, they’re both so wrapped up in their husbands that they won’t enjoy it—”
“They still have eyes,” Maggie says, laughing with a casual shrug as she plucks a short, electric pink bandage dress out of my closet and hands it to me. “I’ve never seen you wear this.”
“That’s because I neverhave, and because you bought it for me.Ididn’t buy it, because where on earth would I wear it?” It has a tag I don’t recognize, since everything else in my closet is designer, but I don’t really care. Itisthe perfect dress to wear out for my bachelorette party—tight, sexy and unlike anything I normally wear.
A sudden memory of the leather dress and boots that Connor had sent me to wear to the sex club flashes into my head, and I flush, turning quickly away from Maggie so that she doesn’t see.
“Well, you’re going to look hot in it.” Maggie plops down on the bed, already dressed in a fitted knit black minidress with a cutout at either side of the waist. “I don’t care if those two bitches are coming, you need to have fun at your one and only wild night out.”
“Caterina is nice enough.” I shrug. “She’s just a little reserved, I think. And Sofia—” I let out a sigh. “Sofia is a pain in my ass, but I get it. She sees me as being the source of her best friend’s stress and hurt, and if someone was doing that to you, I wouldn’t like them very much either.”
“I would never get myself mixed up in all of this, though,” Maggie laughs. “None of these mafia men better come within ten feet of me. Angelica, on the other hand—”
“God, she’s practically salivating for one to sweep her away, isn’t she?” I shake my head, slipping out of my jeans and top and into a lacy, smooth pair of cheeky panties that won’t show under the skintight dress. Maggie hops up from the bed once I’ve squeezed into the bandage dress, zipping it up for me so I can head to my vanity and finish my makeup. “She has no idea what she’s trying to get herself into.”
“If she did, she wouldn’t sign up for it, is that what you’re saying?” Maggie raises an eyebrow, and I glance over at her.
“I guess it depends.” I flick my black eyeliner over my lid, giving myself the tiniest bit of a cat eye, and wishing just a little that Connor could see me. I could send him a picture—but Connor isn’t the type of man you send sexy selfies to. I’ve never sent anything like that anyway. If I did, he’d be more likely to give me endless shit for it than appreciate it.
I bet Niall would enjoy a picture like that.I push the thought out of my head as soon as it flicks into my mind, focusing on my liner. “If she just wants to be pampered and spoiled, pop out babies and never have a thought of her own again, there’s plenty of mafia and Bratva men who would be happy to give her that life.”
