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He looks me over again. I’m dressed in a leather skirt, a long-sleeved man’s shirt that is cut off and buttoned up the front, with a bulky necklace and heels to match.
“Stunning,” he answers, his gaze burning with lust. I blush at his single descriptive word, and his hand cups my cheek as he strokes it with his thumb before he says.
“It’s the same color as your pussy lips.” I’m sure my face goes redder at his vulgar comment. “Did you like how I didn’t use that word?” he asks, then leans in and whispers in my ear not being able to resist, “Yours is my favorite cunt.”
“Jake!” I breathe out, trying to scold, when really, my voice is nothing but an aroused whisper. Seeing right through me, he laughs, pulling away and walking up the stairs.
“I tell no lies, Oriana,” he says as the door opens.
When it does, all three men from the other night at the club are standing there. The one near the stairs holds a blonde woman close to his side while the other two are in conversation. A man greets and welcomes us in.
I look to Jake, who nods his head at the first two.
“Lucas, Joey, this is Oriana.” Both men turn to face us, and I grip hard onto Jake, not wanting him to let go. I’m used to being on someone’s arm during parties—it’s all I have ever done, but this party is full of men who are truly scary.
“The one you are fucking, correct?” the man, who I am guessing is Lucas, questions. He is dressed in a suit, much like the others, but his suit appears far more expensive. There’s an air about him that screams danger.
The other man offers me a kind smile, and even though he is covered in tattoos doesn’t give off quite the same air of danger as Lucas. Don’t get me wrong, he is still unnerving.
“Yes, the very one,” Jake replies.
“And she’s married to the rock star. Tell me, how is your husband doing?”
“Lucas, leave the woman alone,” Joey says. “Do you not have your girlfriend here to annoy?”
“You are my favorite person to annoy, you already know this.” Lucas smiles at Joey, and when he does, a chill runs down my spine before he looks back at me. “You don’t know who we are, do you?”
“Should I?” I ask, confused.
They all smirk as a few women walk out and begin to introduce themselves.
