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Because at least one of us must keep a level head.
And, at the moment, it definitely isn’t me.
Kissing him hard, I sink onto his cock and ride him all the way to nirvana.
A week later, I stand in the middle of my bedroom and start to panic.
Ares is due to pick me up in a few minutes, and I’m not even dressed.
It took me an hour to get my makeup right, but there’s no saving my hair today. In the end, I pulled it into a messy bun on top of my head.
I sigh, staring at the small number of clothes left in my wardrobe.
When I arrived in town to find Ares, I never expected to be invited to the clubhouse for a party. And I definitely didn’t expect him to ask me out on a date.
Now, there’s a pile of discarded clothes on my bedroom floor as I stress about what to wear. I’m worried about how I look because it feels like I’m about to meet the family of a boy I really like.
And why does it matter so much to me that they like me?
This isn’t me at all.
Hanging out with the man I asked to kill my rapist stepfather is beginning to fuck with me.
And that doesn’t fit in with the plan at all.
ARES
I feel like a fucking king walking into the clubhouse with Rory on my arm.
She looks gorgeous. Red lips. Short skirt and boots. Blonde hair pulled into a messy bun on top of her head with small pieces escaping around her beautiful face. Seductive eyes that make promises of what she’s going to do to my cock later.
Rory grabs everyone’s attention.
Even Jack does a double take, and he’s so obsessed with his wife, he never looks at a woman more than once. Although Jack’s double take is probably more to do with who is in his clubhouse than the girl on my arm being a perfect ten.
But still, it’s a buzz.
“Wow! This place is incredible,” she says, looking around in awe.
“It used to be a luxury hotel back in the thirties when Flintlock was a popular vacation town.”
Almost a hundred years old, the old hotel has lost the glamor and luxury of its early years, but there are still echoes of it in the high ceilings, antique chandeliers, and the black and white checkered floor.
“If only these walls could talk,” she says softly, still gazing around the grand ballroom that is now the clubhouse bar.
“Thank fuck they can’t. I’ve seen things here that would make your eyes bleed.”
“Oooh… like what?”
“Stick around, you’ll see. My brothers are well-behaved now, but it’s early.”
“Now I’m intrigued.”
“You might be sorry you said that.”
I take her to the bar.
“Everyone is looking at me,” she whispers.
