Page 40 of Craved By Lust

I’m not really worried. I have people on her trail, so I know about how that piece of shit coach yelled at her and made her kneel in the snow. Honestly, I’m tempted to put an end to the mother fucker, but again…Jessica would fucking hate that.

I put a tracker in her bag, so I heard the commotion on the bus. It seems like the asshole and some other asshole got into an altercation, resulting in my baby getting yelled at. All of them are already considered dead in my eyes, but the only reason I’m restraining is because I want her to be able to focus. However, this shit is getting out of hand.Why the fuck isn’t she picking up?

It seems Jessica is avoiding me… I fucking hate it. What went wrong? Was it the necklace? No, it can’t be, she was definitely happy when I gave it to her, so what could it have been? Am I moving too fast? Maybe… but how can I help it when she’s?—

“What the fuck are you grinding your teeth so loud for? It’s annoying.” I hear on the side of me and I curl my lip. I’ve onlybeen behind the bar for a day, and I want to trip this blind fucker, but even when I try he never seems to fall for it. Ignoring him, I go back to writing about my wife.

I don’t know what I did wrong, but I won’t fucking let this continue. I’m sick and fucking tired of this… Maybe I need to just kidnap her and fu?—

“Number Seven, the big bosses are calling for you,” the secretary for the owners of Pleasure Palace calls out, and I sigh because it seems like these mother fuckers won’t let me finish my journal entry today. I snap it closed and stand, following the guy to the back of the club, where he stands at attention and bows while I saunter inside.

Upon entering, I see the big bosses of the club. Dustin, who sits behind the desk, and Rafe, who stands with his arms crossed, watching me.

Etiquette is the standard, one is to wait for them to allow you to be seated, but I’m nobody’s bitch or submissive, so I go up to one of the chairs in front of the desk, pull it out, and take a seat, waiting for them to say what the fuck they have to say so I can get back to finishing my journal entry.

“You sure took your time coming to see us,” Dustin finally speaks up, and I cock my head to the side.

“I didn’t see the need in regards to a decision that was already set in stone. I’m not taking any more clients. Why do I need to speak to you about who I choose to stick my dick into?” I snort, raising my brow, and Rafe smirks, glancing over to Dustin, who looks none too amused. But like I said, I wouldn’t give a fuck if it was the Irish Don himself. I fear nothing but losing Jessica.

“You’re as bold as they say, but that’s rich coming from a guy in a dress,” Dustin sneers and I throw my head back, laughing.

“Yet I’m here to address the problem of massive amounts of pussy being thrown my way,” I smirk.

“Touche,” he nods, smirking as if I passed a test before he sits back, relaxing. “Anyway, it seems you are aware of the issue at hand, but it seems you have no plans to do anything about it,” Dustin says and I shrug.

“I heard about it from my old assistant Tony, who was running my roster before I switched over to the bar. But I’ll tell you the same thing I told him… ain’t shit I can do about it. I’m done. It’s not my fault they can’t take no for an answer.”

“On the contrary, itisyour fault,” Rafe finally speaks up, grabbing the file on the desk, flipping through the papers. “You didn’t complete your roster, and you didn’t give the women a heads up. You simply canceled without even a recommendation.” Rafe drops the files, staring at me as if he expects me to explain, but I have nothing to say.

I already told them everything I needed to fucking say, so we all just sit there silently, neither one of us willing to cave until Rafe goes over to the wall where I see a grey cord laying on the floor. He picks it up and plugs it into the socket, and the phone immediately begins to ring and Dustin places it on speaker.

“FRANK! BABY! CAN YOU HEAR ME?! I LOVE YOU! I MISS YOU, PLEASE JUST TALK TO ME! I LOVE YOU! I NEED IT! I NEED IT! I NEED IT! I NEED IT! I NEED IT! I NEED IT! FRANK, PLEASE BABY!!!” a woman screams franticly on the phone, and I sit up, placing my elbows on my knees as Dustinclicks and ends the call, but another comes through, and he answers.

“Frank, my love, how could you do this to me?” A woman weeps over the phone, slurring her speech as if she were drunk. “Please Frank, my love. I will ne—” Rafe presses the button to end the call, but again, another comes in.

“YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” another call with a different irate woman comes in. “I WILL NEVER LET YOU END THIS! YOU AND YOUR DICK BELONG TO M—” Dustin ends the call, and multiple calls continue to come through until Rafe goes over and snatches the cord out the damn socket, ripping the thing from the wall.

Damn this good dick! I knew one day it would cause me too much trouble.

“So, you’re ready to talk now?”

“I don’t know what you want me to say. This dick is just too good. If I was them, I’d cry too,” I shrug. “I see how this can be a problem, but what do you want me to do about it? There has to have been like ten women. Do you have any idea how many women I’ve fucked in my roster?”

“Yeah, you’re the number one pick on the board every month without fail, so I can imagine, but this cannot go on,” Dustin grunts as he runs his hands through his hair.

“I agree, so we’re in the process of vetting your entire roster. We want you to go through it and see if you can identify any of these voices. Also, how about not working at the bar? Instead, you can manag?—”

“No.”

“Hear me ou?—”

“No. My woman is the only one getting this dick from no?—”

“For fuck’s sake, just listen!” Dustin growls.

“…from now on, and there ain’t shit even you two can do about it,” I finish

“You’re annoying, you know that?” Rafe snorts out a laugh, and I shrug.

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