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Kid
She isn’t mine.
She isn’t mine.
It was a hard thing to keep anything straight in my head as I watched Nella Ortiz on the private stage. Even deep breaths did nothing to quell the feelings rushing through me like the absolute rage of a tidal wave.
It angered me knowing other men were looking at her the way only I should be. They were undressing her further with their eyes, hooting and screaming her name in a way that tested my patience and the tentative hold I had on my temper.
Reeling in my fury had become quite a task since I had to constantly remind myself that she wasn’t mine.
No matter how much she teased me, and joked around with me, she never once crossed the line.
I wanted her to.
She never once asked me to be hers.
Ineededher to.
No matter what I felt for her or want from her, but I couldn’t make that decision for her.
It wouldn’t be fair to put my issues on her shoulders. I didn’t want her to feel as if she had to be mine because that was what I wanted. If she did choose me, I wanted it to be on her terms, because she wanted me.
And Nella Ortiz didn’t want me. She never once gave me any indication she’d at all be interested.
Still, I couldn’t stop my eyes from tracing her curves, wanting my hands and tongue to follow the path my eyes were traversing. My fingers curled into fists and my cock pushed against the front of my pants, wanting to be free.
What was it about this woman that turned me into such a fiend?
There were so many reasons why I shouldn’t have even come here tonight. But how could I have resisted? This was the only time I would see her like that—confident, sensual, glorious.
Nella was a few years older than I was—one reason why she probably would never even entertain the idea of us being together.
I didn’t mind the three year age different. To me, it wasn’t that big of a deal, that number hadn’t even registered on my radar.
Society judged women for being with younger men, but older men could date girls young enough to be their daughters and no one batted an eyelash.
She didn’t know I was there—aside from the one time she’d invited me to watch her, she hadn’t since. In fact, Nella thought I’d be out of town until later tonight. As far as she knew, I was in Los Angeles being a body double in an action flick.
I was—but how could I miss this?
Right as she was getting ready to get off the stage, I backed into the darkness and exited the burlesque club. It seemed problematic to walk but somehow I made it back to my car.
Though every part of me wanted to stop by my bar to get a few drinks. I went straight home, took a cold shower then crawled into bed.
I was hard—and nothing I did or thought of seemed to alleviate the rigid cock between my thighs.
I didn’t sleep a wink that night.
Aside from thinking about her, I knew my birthday was the next day and I wasn’t ready to hit thirty.
But time didn’t care.
It would rage on whether or not I wanted it to.
The darkness gave way to the light and the morning morphed into the evening.
I picked up my friend Macy and drove to The Bar I’d closed down for the celebration. I didn’t really want a party—but it was useless telling that to my family.
