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Usually, I would come home and he would be napping on the sofa, or I would catch him chewing on either a shoe or sock in my room. But ever since Sunday, he has met me at the door as soon as I have walked in, tail wagging, jumping on me, eager to run. Each day he leads me in the same direction, back to the park. Together, we run around it and then come home when both of us are exhausted and ready for sleep. The new exercise regime is doing wonders for my health and my cardio stamina is getting better, but I am sick of running in the dark at both the start and tail end of my already long workdays.
I tell myself that it is because Prince needs it, which he does, but I would be lying if I said I wasn’t doing extra laps of Boston Public Garden in the hopes of running into a certain woman. I haven’t seen her again, and it has been four tortuous days since Prince tackled her in the park. Every time I close my eyes, I see her. I see her lying on the grass, I see her standing next to me, chest to chest, I see her walking away with her cute, perky ass on display in those cute as fuck tiny denim shorts she was wearing.
I know the chances of running into her again are next to none, but for some reason, I can’t get her face out of mind. It is driving me crazy. All I know is that her name is Frankie, but I don’t know anything else about her. My dick has been permanently hard for her all week. My showers have become my sanctuary where I imagine her with me, and my hand relieves some of the pressure I harbor for her. But only for a short while, because every time I think of her, it is back, standing to attention, creating a situation in my pants that is hard to ignore.
As I sit here at my desk, once again thinking of Frankie, there is a knock on my office door.
“Hey, you ready?” Shaun asks as I look up. He is in the office today, and we are heading out with Stephen and Jake for a drink. We all see each other every Wednesday at my mom’s place for family dinner, but it has been a while since we all got together just the four of us. While my brothers have been laying low with their women for the past few weeks, Jake and I spend a lot of time together, both for work and for leisure. As Head of Security, Jake Holland manages the security at Nitro, Stephen’s New York and Boston nightclubs, and also manages our family security—which you would think would be a quiet job, but unfortunately, it isn’t. He has dealt with his fair share of serious shit from us over the years and as a result we consider him a brother.
I nod to Shaun as I grab my suit jacket and follow him out the door. I take pride in my appearance; I like to look good for both work and pleasure, and I enjoy wearing suits each day. I either have them tailored and made for me or get the latest from Hugo Boss or Prada. However, today I am frustrated, and my suit is annoying me. I tug at my collar and remove my tie, then undo a few buttons on my white shirt, needing to remove the restricted feeling around my neck. Letting out a breath of air in relief, Shaun gives me a raised eyebrow in question.
“I’m just tired,” I huff out.
“What’s been going on?” Shaun asks, turning toward me as we step into the elevator and he pushes the button to the basement where our private car park is located.
“Prince is a bit crazy at the moment. I need to run with him twice a day to get him to calm down. I am sure I will get home tonight to everything being trashed since he didn’t get his extra workout today.” I run my hands through my hair, trying to relieve the stress, but at the same time, not wanting to stress out my brother with worry. Even though he doesn’t need to worry about me, he will. He is a typical older brother.
“Ahhh, I’m sorry you got lumped with him. We can take him to mom's? She does have more room at her place.” I think about it for a short second but shake my head, knowing that although the family mansion is huge and Prince would have lots of room to run, he would also dig up mom’s entire garden which is precious to her, not to mention the havoc he would create inside.
“No it’s fine; he has just worn me out this week.” I slap Shaun on the shoulder, wanting to lighten the mood. We walk from the elevator over to his car. As with any men with money, us boys like our cars, and Shaun has his red Ferrari today. Not a car that we can be inconspicuous in, though, and I wonder why he is using it. We usually don’t like to be seen in it as it draws too much attention. But after being in dad mode for the past few weeks, I think he may need his sports car to bring back his youth.
Together we drive a few blocks to a small neighborhood bar which is not far from my place. It is a ‘blink and you miss it’ kind of place and it’s perfect for our few beers tonight. I have never been here before, I never knew it existed.
Most of the time, we go to Nitro, but even Stephen wanted a change of scenery today. Jake selected this place because it is small and quiet. If no one follows us then we should be able to lay low and enjoy our evening together without any attention from the media or the swag of women who seem to know exactly where we are all of the time.
Shaun and I walk in and see Jake and Stephen already there with beers in their hands playing a game of pool. Whenever we are together, the four of us make an interesting sight and we don’t go unnoticed by the few ladies who are here tonight. Given that Jake and I are the only single ones in our foursome, a fact that is well-known around town, the two of us can become a little overwhelmed at the female attention we receive.
I try to take it all in good grace since I am a people person. I like to meet and talk to new people all the time, but tonight I am keen to just spend time with the boys, so I proceed to ignore all the flirtatious glances.
I slap Shaun on the shoulder. “I will go grab us some beers, then I’ll meet you over there..” He nods and makes his way to the boys by the pool table while I take a short detour to the bar. Leaning on the old-school, timber bar, I rest my head in my hands and rub my eyes for the hundredth time today. I am so tired and it has been a long fucking week, but I perk up the minute I hear her voice.
“No Prince with you tonight, I see?” Frankie is standing right in front of me behind the bar, red hair draped around her neck in a big mermaid-like braid framing her olive skin. One hand is leaning on the bar, the other on her hips, and my eyes immediately hone in on the most kissable lips. They are lusciously full and red, causing my dick to immediately perk up in my pants.
I flick my eyes to hers again and she is staring right at me, raising an eyebrow in question, and I know I have been caught checking her out again. So, I laugh, because I am fucking happy to see her. Seriously, what are the chances of running into her again four days later? Slowly, I take a seat at the bar, not able to tame the wide, cheesy smile that has formed on my face. I’m thanking the universe for putting her in front of me again.
“No Prince tonight, although, not for his lack of trying. He has been super excitable ever since we saw you at the park on Sunday, and I can’t get him to calm down,” I say with a grin. I do love that dog, I can’t hide it.
“What can I get you?” she asks as she leans her hip into her side of the bar, coming slightly closer to me and I get a whiff of her scent. She smells like jasmine and lavender and it is enough to drive my insides wild. My nostrils flare, and I feel like a bull that needs to charge.
“What do you recommend?” I say back to her, quickly, wanting to flirt but also trying to knock her off kilter a little to see what she is like when she is ruffled.
“Surely, you can do better than that, King?” she questions me as she picks up a towel, and I notice a bandage on her hand.
“King?”
She blushes ever so slightly, intriguing me even further by her use of a nickname. “Yeah, King.”
I raise my eyebrow to her in question, but she gives me nothing.
“What happened to your hand?” I say, reaching out and brushing her fingers with my own. I tentatively pull her hand toward me and flip it over to see that the bandage is wrapped around her entire palm. I caress her soft skin, then rub her wrist below the bandage and gently cup her hand. I hear her breath hitch, which nearly has me jumping over the bar to her, but I force myself to stay seated, not trusting my body if I were to move even an inch.
“Just had a fight with a glass and the glass won,” she says lightly, and I notice a twinkle in her eye. I think she is having just as much fun with our banter as I am.
“Are you ordering drinks or just talking to pretty ladies all night, Brother?” Shaun says as he slides up next to me at the bar. Frankie pulls away from my grip and is back to business, making me want to punch Shaun for his awful timing.
“Hey, I’m Shaun, Marco’s Brother,” Shaun says to Frankie and they do a friendly shake of hands.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Frankie. What can I get you?”
