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We all didn’t approve of Ryan when he first wanted to get with Jas, not only because of the age difference between them but because he’s a doctor. A doctor who Karston had found out was a nurse chaser until he saw Jasmin at the club. But when Ryan proved he only wanted to protect and take care of her, we couldn’t stop him. He even helps with her siblings.
ChapterFive
EMERSYN
Tonight was the first hockey practice, and no matter how much I wanted to be there I couldn’t because I had a surgery go late. I can’t wait to go to the club later. I haven’t been able to get Trevor out of my mind. I’ve decided that if he asks again to be on contract, I’m going for it.
I’ve never been in a contracted relationship before. This could be a good change. It doesn’t mean he and I are in a relationship outside the club. I would continue to hide my real life from him. I don’t want my two lives to interact. I’ve spent too long keeping them separate, and I plan to keep doing that.
After dinner with my mom and Bas, I’m in my room getting ready. I think next week I’ll contact my realtor and tell her I’m ready to start looking at houses. My hair is hanging loose again down my back. I wear it up so much during the week that I can’t stand to have it up when I’m off work. I know Trevor likes it braided, so I have a ponytail holder with me.
This time I’m dressed in a black floral lace minidress and a black thong. The dress has a matching choker in lace, but I’m not wearing it because I don’t want him to think I’m under contract with anyone but him. I slip on a pair of black sky-high fuck me heels in the hope he does just that in them, like he did with my boots last time. I grab my trench coat and a black mask from the drawer where I hide them from Bas. My mother knows what I do, and she has no judgement. I step out into the main living room, where she is seated on the sofa watching reruns ofDownton Abbey.
“Are you out of here?” She takes me in and shakes her head. “What kind of eye makeup do you call that?” She waves a hand at me.
“It’s a modified siren eye.” I preen and make her laugh. “Don’t you like it?”
“It’s a bit strange, but it makes your eyes look big. You’re beautiful, as always.” She moves toward me and takes me in her arms for a hug. “I won’t wait up.”
I smile down at her. Normally, without heels on, I’m only an inch taller than her. Her Italian and Greek roots are where I get my olive complexion from. My dark thick hair I got from my father. He was Polynesian. He came to the mainland for medical school and fell in love with my momma.
“Go celebrate your win tonight,” my mother says and returns to the sofa.
“Thank you. Love you.” I move toward the door. For the first time in five years, I didn’t have to write a check to my ex-husband. It’s a win I’ve been waiting for. I also got sole, physical custody of Bas. If Caleb wants to see him, he has to come here and only under supervision until he tells the courts what happened. Bas won’t talk about it. That’s the other thing I accomplished today, Bas starts counseling in a couple of weeks.
“There are several moms at hockey practice you probably won’t like, but I made sure to let them know you weren’t interested in any of the single dads.” She laughs as I head out the door. She knows me so well.
After the divorce, she tried to get me to date. But after everything Caleb put me through, I wasn’t interested in dating. He messed with my head and my pocketbook. I wasn’t going to let another man do that to me. Most men see me as a surgeon and because of my family’s money think they’ll get a share of that too. I learned my lesson with Caleb. Prenups are our friends. I won’t ever marry again, and if for some reason I decide to be stupid, I’ll make them sign a prenuptial agreement. As I’m thinking that, an image of Trevor flashes across my mind. I shake my head and step off the elevator and make my way to my car.
Arriving at the club a short while later, I slip the mask over my face and make sure my ID is locked in the glove box before exiting my vehicle. I like that I don’t have to worry about carrying money or credit cards while here. I don’t know where I’d put it in my outfit for one thing. And two, I wouldn’t want my purse left somewhere and someone find it. When I check in, they use a PIN code to confirm my identity.
The same large security guard from last week greets me at the door before letting me in. The hostess checks me in after I enter my PIN code on the pad. I’m more nervous tonight than I was last week as I hand my jacket over to the coat attendant. I don’t know if it’s because I’ve made a decision regarding Trevor, or because of the outfit I wore tonight. My dress is so sheer it is definitely see-through. The floral designs are strategically placed across my breasts and thong over my pussy. My ass cheeks are in full view under the lace. As soon as the door opens, Trevor is waiting there. He looks me up and down and shakes his head.
“I thought it was all in my imagination how sexy you were, but I was wrong, you’re so much more.” He reaches out and moves with me to the bar area.
“How did you know I was here?”
“I guessed,” he says, not looking at me.
“Boz told you?” I remember the guard texting on his phone.
“Yeah. I hope you don’t mind. I needed to know what your answer was going to be.”
“Yes, Sir.” I drop my eyes, and he lifts my chin to look at me.
“Are you serious?”
“Yes.” I smile from behind my mask, and he pulls me into his arms and kisses my forehead. I didn’t think a forehead kiss could be as intimate as a kiss on the mouth, but his kisses are. My knees almost buckle every time he does it. Just like him, I thought my imagination was playing tricks on me. But he’s as hot as I remember.
Tonight he’s in black jeans and another black shirt that buttons up. This one is silky looking. His dark hair is again brushed up into a type of faux hawk style. His ice-blue eyes are staring into mine, and I can’t help it when I have to lower my lids so he doesn’t see how excited I am to see him.
Maybe he could be the reason I change my rules.
Once we are seated at the table, he shows me that he got me a glass of white wine. I take a sip and am shocked that it’s a Pinot Grigio. It’s what I ordered last time.
“Shall we?” He waves his hand to the tablet.
“Yes. I’m in a mood to celebrate and blow some energy.” I smile, giving him more information than I should.
