Page 20 of Kayden: The Past
“I didn’t know anything about that. She’s flirted with me for months. I offered and she accepted, simple as that.” I sipped my drink. “What other people do is their business, but when I’m taken, I’m fucking taken. I’ve never been, nor will I ever be, a cheater.”
“Hmm.” She stared into my eyes and licked her lips.Fuck, she’s killing me.I swallowed hard, watching her tongue glide across her lips, wishing they were licking my cock.This is Ron’s girl; stop the dirty fucking thoughts.I needed to remember who she was and that my cock would never be entering that pretty sweet pussy I knew she would have.
I looked away, unable to take the torture any longer. Ron walked back toward the bar with a stupid-ass grin on his face. I scooted back to my seat and my rightful place. I needed the barrier, the reminder of who Danielle was and that she most certainly wasn’t mine.
“Did Kyle have anything good?” Danielle asked.
“Beautiful shit… clean.” Ron leaned over and kissed Danielle on the lips. I felt a pang of jealousy, a small punch to the gut, watching him kiss her. I thought about all that had transpired and read between the lines. Ron liked to party. He used drugs recreationally and during sex. Ecstasy was becoming the go-to drug, along with cocaine.
I had polished off my drink and needed another. The bartender made her way down to our side of the bar and started to place the clean glasses on the shelf above the liquors. I watched her, trying to take my mind off Danielle. She had a tight ass, and the tramp stamp on her back was black and tribal. I waited patiently for her to turn around, not wanting to be a dick. “Can I get another drink, please?”
“The same?” she asked with a beautiful smile, but it was ruined by the large piercing in her nose. I preferred my women to have piercings that only I could enjoy and that weren’t the most noticeable thing on their face.
I nodded my head and watched as she grabbed the bottles and started to pour. “Finish those off, and let’s get out of here,” Ron said, nudging me in the arm. “We’ll have another round here, too, miss.”
“Where are we going?” I asked, lifting my eyebrows.
“My place, someplace quieter, and we can sample the perfect shit Kyle gave me.” He patted his jacket and grinned.
“I didn’t know you and Kyle were friends. Do you guys hang out often?” I asked.
“I see him at the clubs all the time. He does a lot of business down here.” Ron grabbed his beer and took a sip. “He’s dating a girl that works with Danielle, and her stage name is Sunny.”
Sunny was a stripper who had the same body shape as a Barbie doll. She had big tits, long legs, a tiny waist, and long blond hair. She had plastic surgery to get the look of societal perfection. No one was that perfect naturally. “I don’t think I’ve seen him there.”
“Oh, he’s always in the VIP room or in the back. He doesn’t sit out in the audience. He does a lot of business from there, supplies the girls and owner, so he gets special treatment,” Ron said.
Drugs were a part of the stripper life that was often overlooked and happened in the shadows. Not all the girls were hooked, but many of them were a train wreck. “I’m sure he makes a bundle there.”
Danielle rubbed Ron’s thigh but kept her eyes on me while Ron and I spoke about Kyle and his business venture. We all took different paths in life, but we were all looking to make a buck. Who was I to judge someone on how they make a living? Ron started to talk about his current business and never stopped. He loved to talk about his latest scheme. I pretended to be listening, but I couldn’t help but watch Danielle as she stroked his thigh and squeezed his knee. I was mesmerized.
“Hey, baby, can we get out of here?” Danielle interrupted.
He snapped out of his business mode, turning toward her. “Sorry about that. I get so caught up when I start talking about work. You need to stop me when I get on a roll. Ready to hit it, Kayden?”
If he only knew how fuckin’ true his words were. “Yeah, I could use a little something extra,” I replied. “I’ve got the bill since you took care of the after party.”
Ron and Danielle stood up as I threw a fifty down on the bar. I needed to get the fuck out of here. I needed air and separation from Danielle. I was starting to feel like the biggest asshole in the world. She was Ron’s. I followed them out the door, breathing in the cool evening air. I inhaled deeply, holding it in for a moment before blowing it out slowly. “You want to drive with us or meet us at my place?” Ron asked as we approached his car.
“Nah, man, I’ll meet you there. It’ll be easier later.” I headed down the street to find my car and cursed myself during the walk.Why the fuck are you going to his place? I’m such a fucking moron, a stupid-ass motherfucker.I had to go to Ron’s or else he’d know something was wrong. He knew I liked to party and would never turn down an invitation.
