AllFreeNovel
Share Us
"Selective?" I frown.
He grins. "Infertile. They can't bear offspring. Since the only option for female companions comes from the slums, Brad and I decided to try something different. We feed them and house them, and in return, they give us a fifty percent cut."
"So, basically, you're johns now," I say, dryly.
He blinks. "Not at all. If you look at it––"
I lift my hand. "No thanks, I really don't want to look at anything. I have to get Norman home."
"He just got here twenty minutes ago." Jerry gives me a sad look. "Why do you want to take away my best-paying customer? Have a heart."
I roll my eyes at him. "Alpha Moore wants him home."
That's enough to make Jerry fall silent.
I turn my attention back to Norman. "Come on. Your father wants you to come home."
He turns to leer at me. "Fine, I'll go. Provided we make an hour's stop at a motel nearby."
His meaning isn't lost on me, and I grow rigid. "The Alpha wants you home."
"Well, I'm not going. In fact," he leans toward one of the women who has red hair, "Leia and I plan to get very busy in a few minutes. Why don't you join us? After all, once I'm Alpha, this is all you'll be good for."
My hand curls into a fist as Jerry makes a surprised sound.
"Go on!" Norman raises his voice. "Take off that shirt my father paid for. Let's see your melons."
A few people around him titter, and my face grows hot in humiliation.
"I think you should leave, Cynthia," Jerry murmurs quietly. "He's had more than a few."
Norman gets to his feet, laughing now, and when both women wrap their arms around his waist.
"We'll take the private room, Jerry. Keep the drinks coming!"
As he stumbles away, his wallet slips out of his pocket.
I watch him walk away, my blood boiling. After a moment, I pick it up, trailing after him.
There is no use in sticking around. I'll ask Jerry to keep an eye on him and call Tony when he thinks Norman needs to be escortedout. I follow him to hand him the wallet, but I stop around the corner.
Opening Norman's wallet, I count his money before pocketing more than half of it.
"Good luck, you slimy creep," I sneer. "Babysit your own ugly ass."
I knock on the door of the private room, and one of the women opens it.
She blinks. "Are you really joining us?" Before I can answer, an ugly expression forms on her face. "We're not sharing our money with you if––"
"Hand Norman his wallet. He dropped it."
I see the greed flicker in her eyes and I tell her, "The private rooms have cameras that are used in case of theft, just so you know."
She scowls, proceeding to take the wallet before she slams the door in my face. I just roll my eyes and head back out toward the bar.
"Call Tony once he's out of it. I'm heading home,” I say to Jerry.
As I walk out, the adrenaline fades and humiliation and pain sets in.
