Page 67 of The Stallion
A guest services attendant stood at the host desk to control access and establish VIP escorts for those with confirmed reservations.
“Emily, good to see you’re on shift this evening.” Dallas smiled warmly, pulling me closer to his side with a gentle squeeze on my hip as if I would be upset that he knew this woman by name and gave her a look that I only wanted for myself.
I also couldn’t help but notice just how quickly Emily’s bright blue eyes started to undress and fuck my husband without any hint of subtly.
I mean, she was pretty; I’ll give her that. With her long blonde hair, skimpy black fitted dress, and tall black glossy stripper heels. But I knew he was mine, and I also knew what I would do if another woman even attempted to take him from me.
The thought alone elicited a smirk that dripped sickeningly sweet venom from my red-painted lips.
“Dallas, Dustin reached out earlier this afternoon and made all the arrangements for your—” She nodded at me, hesitantly, and I fisted a hand behind my husband’s back as my jaw tightened. “…Wife.”You bet your sweet fucking ass I’m his wife.“Here’s her badge, key card to the illusion suite, and Dustin’s exclusive invitation for his guest.”
Emily extended her hand with the items and before Dallas could reach for them, I stepped forward, taking them for myself and pressing my ass against him territorially.
“Thank you, Emily.” I beamed with a fake ass smile that didn’t come anywhere close to meeting my eyes before sliding my hand into my husbands and leading him through the twilight curtains.
We turned a dark corner, and within seconds, Dallas had me pinned up against the wall, his forearm pressed above my head, the other gripping my chin. The bass from the music inside the club vibrated the wall behind me.
“Sweet girl.” He dipped his head and breathed against my lips. “I don’t know what’s come over you, but that… was incredibly fucking hot.”
“I don’t share what’s mine, Ponyboy.” I dragged my free hand up the side of his neck, threading my fingers through his soft strands. “And your saddle only seats one as far as I’m concerned.”
“My eyes are only for you, Bria.” Dallas grazed his lips along mine, my eyes falling shut with the light touch. “I’m as much yours as you are mine, and no one will ever change that fact. I’m not some childish boy; I’m a man, and I know exactly how a woman like you deserves to be treated and respected.”
“You always have such a way with words.”
“Just like you have a way with my heart—” He stole my breath with a long, passion-driven kiss, sending my stomach fluttering and my core into a feral frenzy of desperate need. “Now, let’s take care of ourguestand get the fuck out of here so I can worship my precious wife for the rest of my life.”
As my husband pulled away, I drew him back in for one more blazing taste.
“I’ve got this, Dallas,” I assured him, tapping his ear that held the earbud for communication. “If I need you, I’ll call.” He gave me a suspicious look, as if he were worried about what could happen to me going inside alone, without him.
But I knew what I could handle, and this test was right up my alley.
“The second I feel like you’re in danger, I’m stepping in.” He promised, and I brushed a stray lock of his blonde hair from his forehead with a gentle touch.
“I don’t doubt you, but you won’t have to.”
With one lingering soft kiss, I nuzzled his forehead with mine before he let me go, and I headed up the stairs to the second floor of the nightclub, where the VIP rooms were located.
The hall leading to my target’s room was dark, the only source of light coming from the hundreds of thousands of tiny lights that mimicked a field of stars. The padded walls muffled the loud music that had been playing in the central portion of the club.
I heard voices and giggling from the other side as I approached the door marked number six. Before entering, I put on my badge, which introduced me as Holly, an onyx-tier host for Essence and the highest-ranking member of staff.
With a last deep breath, I straightened and pushed on the handle.
The VIP suite was a basic room with dark violet padding embedded with the same stars that filled the hall. In the corner of the room was a long half-moon sectional, and a few feet in frontof it was a round stage and a pole that provided various forms of entertainment for the VIP guests throughout their stay.
I sauntered across the room to where two other women were entertaining my target. They were wearing the same tight black dresses and heels as Emily.
“Leroy Davenport.” I crooned, perching myself on the edge of the stage before him, one leg crossed over the other, and his invitation extended out between my fingertips. “Dustin Slate has designated me as your personal escort for this evening. You’ve been upgraded to the illusion suite with his warm regards.”
The burly man bent forward to accept the invitation, his dark eyes getting a good look at my name and status before he sent me a smarmy grin.
Leroy was dressed to the nines, a full suit with a black button-up half undone and his dark hair slicked back with gel, giving it a glossy look.
“About fuckin’ time Dustin recognized me and everything I’ve done for his worthless ass.” He coldly dismissed the other two women before roughly dragging me down from the stage to straddle him. “Lead the way, Holly. I’m looking forward to taking full advantage of hishospitalitytonight.”
His remark alone told me that he had no actual fucking clue who Dustin was and the secret society he ran. And unfortunately for him, he was about to find out that information the hard way.
