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When I get up from the chair, I catch him checking out my ass. Fucking creep. I need to find another job because he gives me the heebie-jeebies.
Sophia stands up and wraps her arms around my waist. She’s a few inches shorter than me and her hair tickles my nose.
“Thanks for stopping by. It was good to see you.”
“You too. Good luck with finding a suitor.”
“Thanks.”
I watch her squeeze between a few people, making a beeline for the exit.
The rest of the night is spent working and helping the other waitresses close the bar. I walk home since my apartment is only ten minutes away from the bar. Normally, I would take an Uber home but I’m going to need that cash for tonight in Manhattan, which is forty minutes away. Once I’m outside, I’m hit with the smoggy evening air and skyscrapers lighting up the dark sky. The city streets are busy and packed with cars, which is usual for a weekend. I walk in a hurry, sensing someone is watching me.
I turn around and I scan my surroundings but I don’t see anyone. Maybe it’s all in my head. Could it be that Link is following me? But it won’t make sense because he already knows where I live. I had my locks changed this morning and told my landlord not to give out my information to anyone without my permission.
Shaking my head, I sprint toward my apartment, and the minute I walk through the door I lock all three bolts.
As soon as I get into good graces with my family again and my mother gives me access to my trust fund, I’m going to move out of this shitty apartment and into some place safer—make sure I have extra security.
I remove my clothes and toss them to the floor, then quickly shower and put on makeup before I do my hair.
I glance at myself in the mirror and try to work up the courage to go to the ball. I can’t believe my best friend went out of her way to make this evening special for me. Hopefully, the guy I meet will understand that this is strictly business. I hope he agrees to my terms.
No spending the night.
Only hang out when we’re around my parents.
No sex?
I put a question mark by the last one, because if he’s hot, I’m going to fuck him. A girl has needs.
I pull the dress over my body, and it’s snug, displaying my figure and curves. Lake did a great job designing this dress.
“Let’s knock ’em dead,” I say to myself.
Jasper
After my stylist, Rose, fixes the hem of my dress pants, I slide my jacket over my shoulders. She smiles at me through the floor-length mirror in my bedroom. Her complexion is light brown, her curly hair is in a bun today, and she’s curvy in all the right places. She’s been my stylist for a couple of years now. My eyes meet hers, and she smiles as if I’m something to eat. I’m used to women staring at me and throwing themselves at me. It can be a bit annoying sometimes because half of the time I don’t want to fuck them, but they are so willing to open their legs as wide as the ocean.
My mind goes to Poppy, and I’m nervous as hell to offer her my deal. Hopefully, she will agree to be my wife, and if she doesn’t I’m going to work like hell to convince her. I wouldn’t mind being married to her. I get to stick my dick in her as much as I like without having to deal with her getting attached to me. Sounds like a sweet-ass deal to me.
Rose straightens her back and a blush creeps up to her cheeks. “You’re one of the most gorgeous men I have ever met. No wonderPeoplemagazine named you the sexiest man alive.”
I ignore her flirting. Usually I’ll flirt back, but I’m in a business mood, and I won’t give her any ideas or let her think we will sleep together again. Tonight, I will get Poppy to agree to be my wife. I’m going to need a stiff drink because I have to say goodbye to the meaningless one-night stands and sleeping with different women.
I’m going to be a one-woman man.
No more threesomes.
No more one-night stands.
No more lonely nights…
I don’t know where that last thought came from.
I have to convince my father I’m a one-woman man, so no more scandals and being pictured with different women in the media, and that is the only reason I’m going to be exclusive with Poppy. It still doesn’t make sense for Uncle James to have that marriage clause in his will. It doesn’t matter, though, and I will never find out. There is no need for me to dwell on the reasoning, but I’m not going to lie to myself, I can’t wrap my head around it. I’m the type of person that once I get a fixation on something, it’s hard for me to let it go. I become a dog with a bone and I won’t let go.
Rose pushes her tits up and desire flashes in her eyes as she sinks her teeth into her plump bottom lip. I shouldn’t have fucked her a month ago. Normally, I don’t fuck my employees, but I’ve known Rose for a couple years now. A good bourbon later, she looked tasty, but sober? I wouldn’t touch her. Not because she isn’t gorgeous, but I suspect she’s clingy.
