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Something like that forced you to grow up ahead of schedule. Add that to the fact that I was Miguel Santos’s daughter? I never had a fucking childhood. I never had an innocent phase. With all the circumstances in my life, I’d been forced to grow up way too soon—and that was something this man would never understand.
He smirked, but he said nothing, and I think that angered me even more.
“And besides, you didn’t seem to mind when you were balls-deep inside of me, so maybe check the mirror for a hypocrite before coming at me about my age,” I told him off with a frown, bending down to grab my heels. To say I was pissed off would be an understatement. I could practically feel the blood boiling in my veins—although, to be honest, that might be an aftereffect of the sex.
Because it had been some really, really nice sex.
A shame, because I’d felt something for him. He’d sounded like a real person, not some super tough guy who needed to constantly prove himself to the world. But, of course that’s how this would go. Of course that’s how the night would end. Couldn’t have a nice night. Oh, no. That just wouldn’t go along with the shitstorm that was my life lately.
But what’s done was done. There was no taking this back. And, even if he thought less of me because of my age, I was still thankful for him and what he’d done for me tonight. Or, rather, what he’d done to me.
“Now, I’m sure there are tons of women out there who would love to have you all to themselves tonight,” I went on, slipping on my heels. “Thanks again.” I turned, heading toward the door to the room. My hand was on the handle when I realized I’d forgotten my gloves.
The man’s voice called out to me, causing me to throw a glance over my shoulder, “Forget something, princess?” When I turned to look at him, I saw that he’d picked up my gloves and now held them bunched up in a single hand. He stood there, utterly naked minus the mask, his cock still hard and ready to go, and he seemed totally unashamed.
Funny how he could come at me about my age, but that dick of his didn’t seem to mind one bit.
“Keep them,” I muttered. “Something to remember me by.” I could think of a few more choice words to say to him, but I held them in, pushing out of the room and emerging into the hall. He didn’t follow me, which was good. The last thing I needed was for the guy to trail me and somehow discover who I really was.
I’d buy more gloves tomorrow. Those have now been tainted by the ending to this night.
I walked with a purpose through the club, holding my head high. My legs felt a little weak, but I attributed that to the plentiful orgasms the stranger had given me before he’d fucked me. Still, it was hard to let the annoyance and anger fuel me when all I really wanted to do was turn around, go back into that room, and get to know how his body felt in different positions.
I walked through the room that adjoined the lobby with the club, and shortly after that, I walked out into the front office. No footsteps behind me, no one following me, which was good.
The woman at the desk turned to smile at me. “Oh, done already? Or were you wanting to switch masks?”
Shaking my head, I said, “Baby steps, right?” When I was sure no one was following me, I reached for the mask on my face, pulling it off and setting it on her desk. “I have to go, anyways.” I didn’t say anything more, heading straight for the door. The longer I stood there, the more chance I gave someone to come out of the club and see my face.
As much as that man with the dragon tattoo allured me, I didn’t want him knowing who I was for obvious reasons. And, besides, if my age had mattered to him that much, it meant he was a bit older than I’d thought. A guy in his twenties wouldn’t give a shit, I didn’t think, which meant that guy was in his thirties.
I assumed, at least. Hard to tell, since I couldn’t see half of his face, but he did have a way about him that most younger men didn’t, a swagger that came from years of being the best of the best.
Still didn’t know what he was doing in a club like this, but whatever.
“Oh, well, I hope to see you again soon!” the woman called after me, but I didn’t stop to acknowledge her.
I walked out of the place, the neon light from the sign illuminating the nearby area. My heeled feet took me across the sidewalk, across the street, where Zander had parallel parked his car while waiting for me.
He looked up the moment I got in, and his face gave it all away: everything he’d been thinking about while alone. Me in that club, getting railed by some stranger. The jealousy, the concern, the ridiculous sincerity of it all.
“How did it go?” Zander asked. “Everything… good?” Even though he most definitely shouldn’t be asking me these questions, that didn’t seem to stop him from doing it.
I buckled my seatbelt. “Yes, everything is good. You can take me home now, Zander.” My body had had some time to calm itself down, but I was still a little breathless from the whole ordeal.
“So, you did it? I mean—”
“Is it any of your business whether I did it or not?” I cut in. “If you must know, yes, I did it with a nameless guy. It was very nice. Everything I could’ve asked for.” If I was honest, I said that just to shut him up… and maybe to see what his reaction would be. If he was jealous at the mere thought of me being with a stranger, what would he say or do if he got confirmation of it?
Zander’s jaw locked up, and he started the car, not saying a single thing more. He began the drive back to the house, and I couldn’t help it: I smiled to myself. After all, Zander had no reason to be jealous. He wasn’t my boyfriend. He was just someone who worked for my father, nothing more.
Seemed like I told that to myself more and more these days.
The car ride was unusually silent—that was, until Zander muttered, “Well, I hope it’s what you wanted.”
“It is.” And then I added something so quietly under my breath, I hoped he wouldn’t hear, “You wouldn’t understand.”
He glanced at me, frowning slightly. “No, I wouldn’t, because—” Zander let out a loud sigh, his exasperation clear. “I worry about you, that’s all. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret.”
