Page 15 of Dollhouse

This motherfucker. He wants to watch my butterfly just as much as I do, but that's okay. I don't mind sharing. Though I'm sure as fuck not going to be told what to do.

"Stop thinking with your dicks, both of you." Rowen stands from his seat, glaring at us. "Midnight tomorrow, room six, it's going down. Don't fuck it up, King." He scolds before walking out of the room. I stand, walk behind the desk, and stand next to where Eli's seated, watching the computer screen as he plays the footage from tonight at the club.

"Do you think Ro will be okay being near her?" he asks with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.

"He was near her Monday night when we all watched her dance."

"Yeah, and we had to leave because it was too much for him to be that close to her. I don't want to overwhelm him by having her around him."

"He'll be fine. She won't be here for long anyway, and then she won't be a problem anymore,” I say, choosing not to give any further pushback. The truth is, I'm worried about Rowen being near my little butterfly. Oh well. If it ends up being a disaster, I hope I'll at least get to feel her warm body wrapped around me first.

We're only keeping her for a couple of days, and then we are to give her away. It would be easy. Or at least I hope.

Who am I kidding? I knew from the moment I set eyes on the raven-haired beauty that it wouldn't be easy to let her go.

Fuck. We were all going to be fucked.

I could already tell she could be the undoing of all three of us.

There’s no such thing as a coincidence.

It wasn’t a coincidence thatsheended up working at Sinners, and it wasn’t a coincidence that we ended up in a VIP room with her Monday night. And in less than twenty-four hours, she’ll be coming home with us. Sharing the same space as me… again.

She came back into my life after being warned not to, and she didn’t even recognize me, but soon she will. And she’ll regret ever stepping foot in this city again.

Our city.

I’d never forget those big blue eyes; how could she forget mine?

Her hair color may be different, but I knew it was her the moment I saw those eyes. Her eyes—as bright and clear as a turquoise ocean. One look was all it took, and I knew it was her. The universe fucked me over and put her back into my life. The girl who made me break every single promise that I ever made to her before I ruined her.

I ruined her and sent her running far away from me.

When we locked eyes on Monday night, her lips parted, and I thought she recognized me, my eyes, but the spark of recognition never came. It pissed me the fuck off. I know I was being irrational and temperamental by thinking that after all these years, she’d miraculously recognize me. I’m a fool for thinking that would happen, but that didn’t stop me from being angry about it.

I had to sit there with my brothers, watching the girl I ruined, dance around a fucking pole and live carefree. I hated the way her ocean eyes were able to calm the storm brewing in my mind and get me hard. She had no fucking right to have any effect over me, not after what I did to her. And my traitorous cock had no fucking right to get hard seeing her nearly naked, dancing around seductively.

I had to leave. Her presence was suffocating.

After I left the VIP room, I’d grabbed one of the dancers and took her to a backroom and fucked her, hoping to fuck the blue-eyed girl out of my mind.

That didn’t work.

If anything, it’s made my obsession worse. I’ve spent countless hours in Eli’s office watching the security cams from Sinners, watching her as she dances around nearly naked for disgusting fucks who don’t deserve her time. Even from a computer screen and miles away, she’s calling to me like a siren… and little does she know, I’m going to soon answer that call.

I’d be a liar if I claim that her not recognizing me doesn’t hurt.

But that’s okay, because she soon will.

The ocean-eyed girl took something from me years ago that I’ll never get back.

Her face haunts my dreams at night.

I see her face when I think of every fucked up and painful thing that has happened in my past.

Thirteen years ago, I ruined her, and she promised never to return home, yet here she is, acting as if she didn’t make a promise to me.

The game is on, hellion. You broke your promise, and now I’ll keep mine.

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