AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“Cake.”
“Good.”
“The wife—”
“She can’t suspect anything. Stay as far away from her as possible.”
“But if—”
“I said stay the fuck away from her.”
My phone vibrates in my pocket, but I wait until Cyrus blinks first to take it out, glancing at the screen.
“Here he is right now,” I say.
“Who?”
“The brother. He wants to get a drink with me tonight.”
“Go, go.” He lazily shoos me with one hand while waving someone over with the other.
Another dancer takes my seat, then Cia appears beside me, batting her long eyelashes up at me.
“Hi, Reece.”
“Hey.” Hearing my name come out of Cia’s mouth makes me realize Lex has never called me by my name. She always calls me rook, rookie, or Mr. Souza. I wonder what it’d sound like hearing her say my name. I wonder what it’d sound like hearing her scream it.
“What are you doing standing there? You know what to do,” Cyrus says to, I assume, me, so I turn to leave, but then I see Cia shudder. With cheeks the color of an Amaryllis, she bends down and crawls underneath the table. The other dancer scoots in closer to Cyrus, her lips already formed into an O by his ear. His head back, our boss starts moaning, both his hands now under the table.
I leave The Playground vowing that whatever happens, however the fuck this shakes out, neither of my sisters will ever set foot in here.
Reece
Iwalk into The Pen, the nightclub The Playground wishes it was, already on the lookout for Kaisin since I spotted his two-hundred-and-fifty-grand Aston Martin parked outside. I’ve only been here a couple times because their drinks are twenty bucks a pop, but thankfully, Kaisin offered to cover our drinks tonight. Even if the Debrosse Group isn’t pulling in what they claim, the Debrosse brothers are living like they are. Lex, too. There’s no way she doesn’t know the scam they’re running. She knows better than anyone what kind of properties they’re investing in.
She’s always performing.
“Rook.”
My head whips to the side, finding my white-haired boss staring back at me. She’s in a skintight, black strapless dress with a single zipper running the length of the front but with two sliders, one at the top and another at the bottom of her hemline. One quick tug in either direction and she’d be fucking bared to me.
And everybody else here.
I swallow as I throw a glance past her shoulder. “What are you doing here?”
Instead of answering, she drops her gaze down my body, openly checking me out. “Follow me.” Spinning around, she pushes through the crowd.
I rush after her, quickly getting in step with her to clear the path.
Over the loud music, I hear her say something about sweet and look down to find her side-eyeing me with that same mischievous look she was wearing right before she surprised me with the Chaste Tree.
A random guy runs into her, pushing her away from me, and I instantly shove him hard enough to make him fall to his hands and knees.
Facing each other over his hunched back, I question, “How’s that for sweet?”
Without breaking eye contact, she takes my hand in hers and pulls.
Pulls?Does she want to—
