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“I’m not sure. I asked if I would see him at the club tonight, and he said he would be there in time for my set.”
Mellie makes a noise in her throat that I can’t decipher. It could be disbelief or something else.
She giggles and cheers a bit more before ringing off. I drop the phone beside the bath and tip my head back, sinking until my shoulders are submerged in the water.
I don’t think Ronan liked the idea of me stripping again tonight after what we did. But he didn’t raise the subject with me like a sensible adult, and just because I let him pop my cherry doesn’t mean I’m going to cave and let him win our little war. Nuh-uh. No way. If he wants me to stop being a stripper, he can damn wellask. I refuse to budge on this matter.
Chapter Eleven
RONAN
I make it to Oracle less than ten minutes before Fiona’s set. I would have been here sooner, but I had to go home to shower and change.
I need to be more careful with Niall on a job. The man is incapable of not spraying blood everywhere, including all over whoever is standing next to him at the time. It’s a pity. I liked that shirt. It was the same color as Fiona’s eyes.
My usual table is waiting for me. Everyone knows not to sit there. I sit, drumming my fingers on the table and nodding to the waitress as she sets down my whiskey tumbler.
Liam drops into the other chair at the table, nodding to me. Since Cillian was born, Sean Fitzpatrick has arranged a full-time watch for Seamus’s house. So Liam is now in the clear and back running errands for Niall and me. Tonight he was checking on one of the weapons caches. His nod tells me everything went smoothly.
“How’s Fi?” he asks idly, toying with his phone, watching Shawna work the pole up on stage. I glance over at him in surprise.
“I would imagine she’s grand.” I blink at Liam as he smirks over at me. What’s with the sudden interest in Fiona?
“I like her. You can make her my mom anytime you want,” he chuckles. I have no idea what to make of that statement. His mammy? Fiona is younger than him. He’s of age. He’s not exactly in a position to be adopted.
“Ye’re daft in the head, lad. I’ve no idea what ye’re on about.”
“Okay.” Liam shrugs, turning his attention back to the stage. “But when I mentioned to Fi that if she were going to be my mom one day, she’d have to be nicer to me; she told me that if sheweregoing to be my mom, I’d have to do what she told me to.”
I stare at the lad, unsure what to make of this conversation. Heistalking about Fiona being his mammy. What the fuck is this?
“Ye and Fiona have discussed her being yermammy?” I speak slowly, completely confused and more than a little irritated.
Liam smirks over at me. “Yep. You know… because you’re my dad.”
The purpose of his ridiculous conversation snaps into place, and now I’m staring at him for a completely different reason. I only took Fiona’s virginity last night. When was this discussed? Jesus fuck, have I been more successful in my campaign with her than I realized?
“Ye and Fiona have discussed….” I trail off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. Liam shifts in his seat, shrugging again.
“I mean, I was teasing her. But I’m sure she likes you. She was making dewy eyes at you all yesterday. That’s progress, right?”
She did more than make dewy eyes at me. My head is consumed with the images of Fiona writhing under me, looking completely undone as she came on my dick. The music changes as Shawna bounces off the stage, her tits jiggling as she flirts through the tables, collecting her tips.
The image changes to the room at large, all these men who are about to watch Fiona strip. The night after I took her virginity.
Shoving my hands into my pockets, I grit my teeth. The music changes again, and my whole attention is focused on the stage, where Fiona struts out.
Liam’s eyes drop, completely engrossed in his phone. My eyes are glued to her. I can’t watch other men watch her right now.
I study her delicious curves, wrapped up in lingerie. She didn’t wear lingerie for me. This is work Fiona. My Fiona wears cotton, not lace.
Tonight, she’s not just wearing any lace. Fiona is wearing the same lacy teddy she wore after giving me that blowjob. The one without see-through bra cups. Thank fucking Christ.
If she were showing off her nipples to everyone here, I would have to stride up there, pluck her off the pole and drag her out of here over my shoulder. Caveman style.
I don’t relax my tense posture the whole time she’s up there, and my eyes don’t leave her either.
I’ve never fucking liked the fact that Fiona strips for other men. But I’ve dealt with it because she’s never been mine to lay claim to. But she’s fucking mine now, and it’s taking everything I have not to snatch her off the stage.
