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There’s a determination in her stride as she steps into the dark room, and I mentally high-five myself for making sure my security system was fully equipped with night vision. I see the nervousness in her eyes, but I don’t need to see it. Ifeltit radiating off her and could sense her determination. She was there to do one thing and one thing only, but I was also determined—determined to make her come alive and discover just how fucking good it gets.
I feel like too much of a fucking perv watching it, so I put it in fast forward and skip through the best fucking night of my life, watching as I press her into the wall and taste her before having her hold the bar above her head and drilling into her.
Had I known that was Aspen, maybe I would have done things differently, taken it slower and been gentle, but I’ve never been the type to hold back when it comes to sex. I give my all, every fucking time.
I watch as Aspen comes for the second time, and it takes everything in me not to stare as her tits bounce with every thrust of my hips. My cock twitches in my jeans, painfully hard, but it’s practically been that way since the moment I walked in here.
The footage goes on and on, yet I’m painfully aware of the fact that I haven’t put it in triple speed yet. As the scene plays out and I carry her to the table and sit her down to remove her boots, my phone rings loudly in my pocket.
I hit pause on the tape, the angle of Aspen’s leg as I remove her boot perfectly showcasing her glistening cunt, and despite calling on my every last shred of willpower, I can’t find it in me to look away. Not anymore.
Answering the phone without looking at the screen, I lift it to my ear, squishing it between my shoulder and face to free up my hand. After all, I’m getting really fucking close to needing it wrapped around my cock.
“Yo, you done it yet?” Austin’s voice booms through the phone, sending a wave of horror blasting through my chest, and out of sheer fear for what he would do to me, I tear my greedy stare away from the screen.
“Working on it now,” I say, needing to clear my throat.
“Oh. So you’re—”
“Currently watching footage of your sister in my club,” I confirm, not bothering to sugarcoat it. After all, he was the one who asked me to do this. Surely he had to have known what it entailed.
“Fuck,” he grunts before pausing, and I can imagine the way he would have sat on the edge of his couch and dragged his hand down his face. “Who was she . . . umm . . . you know?”
“You’re fucking kidding me, right?” I almost laugh. “I’m not telling you that shit.”
“The fuck? Why the hell not? I need to know which bastard put his fucking hands on my sister.”
“You know damn well how it works at Vixen, and besides, no one put their hands on her without her consent.”
“Izaac,” he groans, his tone hitching higher with a clear warning not to fuck with him right now, but he’s got another thing coming if he thinks I’m about to betray her privacy like that.
“You really want to know?” I ask him.
“Of course I don’twantto know,” he spits back. “I never wanted any of this. If I could somehow go back and make sure she never stepped foot in that club, I would. But she’s left me no fucking choice, and now I need to do damage control and make sure—”
“Austin,” I say, cutting him off. “Respectfully, the only thing you need to do is shut the fuck up. I’m here deleting any footage of her. This is all the damage control that needs to be done. Nothing more. Like she said at Pulse, she’s a fucking adult, and if she wanted your input on her sex life, she would have asked for it.”
“Whose fucking side are you on here?”
“Are you hearing yourself? So what she went to Vixen. She sat at the bar and had a drink with her friend. She had a good time. You should be happy she’s not doing this shit with random assholes in back alleys. She was in a clean, controlled environment with security.”
Austin scoffs, clearly not happy, and I can’t help but shift my gaze back to the paused screen, my tongue involuntarily rolling over my bottom lip. “Do you have any idea how fucking messed up that is? This is Aspen, Izaac. Are you not getting that?”
“Oh, I’m fucking getting it, but from where I’m standing, you’re the one who’s not getting it,” I throw back at him. “Get off her fucking back about it. She did nothing wrong, and from what I’ve seen in this footage, you have nothing to worry about anyway. She’s not whoring herself out. She’s not getting drunk and letting assholes take advantage of her. She knows her fucking limits and is being respectful of herself. But if you really need to know what she’s doing, then I’ll tell you, right after I call her and tell her in explicit detail every fucking vile thing you’ve done within the walls of my club. Is that what you want? Because I’m not violating her privacy without violating yours. So, what’ll it be?”
“FUCK!” Austin roars. “I really fucking hate you right now.”
“Yeah, I can live with that,” I say. “But can you live with yourself if you were to destroy your relationship with your sister? Because let me tell you, you’re already heading down that road, and you’re not just walking down it, you’re going a hundred miles per hour. I know Aspen is forgiving when it comes to the stupid shit you do, but there are some things that not even she could forgive.”
I’m met with a long silence, the only tell that he’s still on the line is the sharp intake of breath as he tries to calm himself. “Just . . . Just delete the fucking footage and make sure she’s turned away if she shows up there again.”
“You know I will.”
He lets out a barely audible huff before the line goes dead, and I pull my phone away, tossing it onto the table before letting out a heavy sigh. I hate getting into it with Austin like that, especially when it comes to Aspen. Nine times out of ten, I’m on his side, but the times when his over-protective brotherly bullshit comes into play, I have to call him on it, and it rarely goes well. But we’ll be good in a matter of days. He just needs time to cool off. I just wish this shit wasn’t coming at the same time as his restaurant nightmare, but it’ll pass. He’s got a good team, and I’ve made sure my architect is heading out there at the end of the week to offer his help.
My gaze swings back to the screen, and a wave of guilt crashes through me, but this time, my gaze doesn’t dare drop to the apex of Aspen’s thighs. Instead, I put the footage in triple speed and quickly make my way to the end before promptly hitting delete on everything that happened in the dark room.
Then just to be on the safe side, I watch as she meets up with Becs and keep my eye on her until she’s finally back in an Uber and speeding away from the club. Once all evidence of Aspen and Becs ever being here is gone, I pick my phone up off the table and send Austin a text, knowing he’ll be waiting for confirmation.
