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Zack Forthright is a self-made millionaire from web design and branding. If that name is googled, there will be a Wikipedia page and social media posts with fake followers and engagement, but everything is a blanket site.
Once I start gaining a reputation here and showing my face more, I’ll be looked into, and I’ll have little enough to raise an eyebrow or two, but nothing that would make someone think I’m trying to take down the club.
“How’d you get them?” he asks, nodding his head at my face.
“Bully in middle school. Pretty fucked up kid that liked to play with knives,” I lie again, flashing a grin. And then I shrug. “The ladies seem to like them.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I bet they do. The young girls have always liked that—oh, what do you call it? Bad boy look?”
Before I can respond, a waitress approaches with refills of our drinks, the same glazed look in her eyes.
“Come here, sweetie,” Mark says to the girl, patting his hand on his knee for her to sit on. The wedding ring on his finger glints in the light, as if to shine a light on the fact that he’s a skeevy son of a bitch.
Addie won’t ever have to worry about that shit when I marry her, that’s for damn sure. She doesn’t even have to worry about it now. The only pussy I want wrapped around my cock for the rest of my life is hers.
The waitress looks at him like he’s merely an apparition. She’s looking through him.
Robotically, she sits on his lap, a toneless smile gracing her bright red lips.
Mark cuddles her closer, looking at her with a smarmy grin. From here, I can see his cock growing in his pants. Normally, I’m not one to judge another man’s dick, but when it’s hard for an abused girl and the tent is lackluster, well… that’s just disgusting on many levels.
He pulls her back directly onto his dick, gripping her hips tightly and guiding her ass to grind against him. I sigh, keeping my composure.
Carefully, I swallow the last of my whiskey and purposely set it on the edge.
I raise my nose in the air, sniffing dramatically.
“What is that delectable smell?” I ask aloud. Mark looks over to me, his grin growing, while I stare at the girl. “You smell delicious. Lean over, let me smell you.”
The girl doesn’t hesitate. We both lean towards each other, and once her body is hovering over my empty glass, I flick it.
The glass tips and it goes crashing to the black tiled floor. Thousands of glass pieces shatter, the sound ringing out loudly despite the heavy music in the room.
Chatter ceases and heads swivel towards the commotion.
Reminds me of high school when a kid farted in class, and the whole room went silent and stared at him until his face turned purple.
The girl jumps up, tiptoeing her platform heels through the glass as planned.
“I’m so sorry,” she apologizes, the first hint of inflection in her tone. “I’ll clean this up right away.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I shout, glaring at her like she’s the one that knocked it over.
Her mouth falls open, and I stand.
“Come to the back with me,” I snarl, my eyes flashing with fury. She curls in on herself, while the other men snicker.
“Clumsy bitch,” one of the men mutters, looking at her the same way you would if you accidentally touched the week-old gum stuck to the bottom of your desk.
“I’ll be back once I take care of her,” I say directly to Mark.
He laughs heartily, enjoying the thought of an innocent woman being punished for something so trivial. The old fuck probably falls over once a week and needs LifeAlert to get back up. Asshole can’t talk about glass falling when he can’t even keep his body vertical.
I grab the woman’s arm firmly, jerking her against me and dragging her away.
She doesn’t fight too hard. Self-preservation is kicking in, fighting its way through the cloud of drugs in her system. But she has long accepted her fate.
As soon as I get her into a quiet room, I turn to her. She’s already dropped to her knees, her green eyes looking up at me with sorrow and acceptance.
