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She isn’t at all what I expected. She’s a little wild, daring, and defiant. I like that. She wants to control her destiny, and although it wasn’t really the right way, it was sexy. Reaching out, I cup her cheek and slide my thumb across her bottom lip.
“You should turn away, walk out that door, and go home,” I murmur.
There is a moment of silence as we stare at one another. My cock twitches. I want to strip her and fuck her all over again. She lifts her hand, her fingers wrapping around my wrist as she turns her head, her lips touching the center of my palm.
It’s fucking hot.
I start to say her name but then decide against it. I don’t want to give myself away yet. “Go home,” I groan.
“I’m not sure I want to,” she rasps. “Can I run away with you?”
I almost laugh at her. She has no fucking clue she’s about to be mine forever. Instead of telling her that, I take a step backward, my hand falling from her face at the same time her fingers drop from mine.
“Go home,” I repeat.
Turning my back to her, I walk away from her. It’s the last thing I want to do, but I know I can’t stay here. If I do, I’ll want to keep her. And we have to go through with the wedding, the contract. My parents and the family demand it.
The family is the most important part of the equation.
Instead of walking completely out of the club, I find a dark corner and watch the hallway. A few moments later, I see her tugging her skirt down as she moves into the bar area. She pauses in the middle of the room, and I don’t take my eyes off her.
Thankfully, she doesn’t go back to the bartender or the bar but does as I told her and makes her way out of the club. After waiting a few breaths, I turn and follow her. Nobody questions me, stops me, or even glances in my direction. Everyone is busy doing their own thing, and I’m good with that.
Once I step outside, I watch as she sinks down into the front seat of what I assume is anUber. It heads in the direction of her parents’ casino, and I jog over to my car so I can follow. It doesn’t take me long to catch up, and I am able to pull behind it as she steps out and closes the door.
Claire looks behind her, and her gaze scans the sidewalk and street. She must not see me because she doesn’t hesitate before she ducks into the casino. Easing my car onto the street, I make my way back to my own hotel so I can watch her for the rest of the night. I have no doubt it’s going to be wild.
ChapterSix
CLAIRE
Sitting straight up in bed,I suck in a breath and hold it for a moment, then let it out slowly.
I may have made a mistake.
Is it regret that woke me up or something else? I know I’m not alone in the condo. I’m never truly alone. Someone from my family is no doubt awake somewhere. It seems like someone is awake at every hour of the day or night, but that’s not it. What woke me with a panicked feeling wasn’t just regular house noises.
Glancing around the bedroom, I try to figure out what startled me. My heart is racing, my eyes are wide, and the hairs on the back of my neck are standing straight at attention. It’s almost as if I’m being watched. But I know that nobody can see in here.
There is nothing in the room, just me. My windows don’t open, and nobody could even get up here without going through a million security passcodes, but I can’t shake the feeling. Someone is watching me. They must be. I just can’t figure out who, where, or why.
Throwing my legs over the side of the bed, I shuffle into the bathroom to take care of business, wincing at how sore I am between my legs. I’m not sure if I should still feel this way or not, but it aches.
I’m also not sure if I should have done what I did. And with a complete stranger, too. I don’t know if what I’m feeling is regret or just fear of the unknown. I never imagined my first time like that, and I never thought I would walk into a sex club… ever.
Slowly, I make my way back into the bedroom and stop at the sight in front of me. I blink a couple of times, willing the image in front of me to disappear. Thinking that it could be my sleepy eyes playing tricks on me, maybe even just my imagination.
But it’s still there.
He is still there.
I open my mouth to scream, but the shadow holds his hand up, and my lips close instantly. Following his silent order.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” he murmurs. I recognize the voice.
It’s him.
The man from the club.
