Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 53154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 266(@200wpm)___ 213(@250wpm)___ 177(@300wpm)
This is temporary. Hopefully. He’ll eventually grow tired of me, and if I’m lucky, my debt will be considered paid. Then I can go on and live a normal life with a real, healthy relationship—as long as I survive until then.
It doesn’t take us long before we’re pulling up at the club, and I swallow hard. It’s not just a club… It’s a strip club. Their strip club. Shit.
That’s what he meant by lap dances and girls wanting to see him. He’ll be like a king in here.
I clamber off the bike rather ungracefully as my nerves uncoil in my stomach. He hasn’t left the garage this past week. He’s had a lot of business. So I’ve not had to worry about him screwing around with other girls. But tonight… I have a feeling that’s about to change.
The second I see him with another girl, the part of me that has made peace with this arrangement will be shattered, and the reality of this situation will sink in. I’ll feel sick when he touches me after I’ve had to watch his hands all over another woman.
At least I had a week. That’s more peace than I expected.
As everyone gets off their bikes, Drex undoes my helmet and then his. I pull my shorts off without letting anyone see under my dress, and Mack gives me a wink when he tries to steal a peek again.
Pervert.
Drex drops his arm over my shoulders as a big man with a tattooed, bald head opens the doors for us. I steel myself as we walk into the rowdy club that reeks of smoke, sweat, and sex.
My eyes immediately find the stage, and the first wave of nausea hits me. The song playing isn’t meant for seduction, but the almost-naked girl on the stage seems to be changing the meaning of the lyrics with every twist and turn on the pole.
The girls waiting tables have on shorts that might as well be panties, and their shirts stop just under their breasts, hanging loosely like they were intentionally cut that way. Their high heels make my small heels look pathetic.
I felt so sexy until we got here.
“What do you think?” Drex asks over the music as we head toward a front set of booths that are all empty and near the stage.
I think I’m going to hate every second of this.
“I should have worn a different dress,” I mutter dryly.
He laughs, though I don’t know how he heard that. Damn.
“You can give me a lap dance later. That dress is going to drive me crazy,” he says close to my ear, and then he lets his hot breath linger and leave a damp trail of fog on my jaw as he slowly pulls his lips down to mine.
My heartbeat speeds up, and he brushes his lips against mine just barely before pulling back. Damn tease.
He smiles as though he knows what he’s done, and I roll my eyes before looking back at the stage. I don’t stand a chance of keeping his attention in here.
He guides me into the rounded booth, and I sit down in the arch of it as Snake and Sarah join us. Drex leans back, his eyes on the stage as a new girl walks out. I already hate this night, and it’s just getting started.
“They don’t fuck these girls,” Sarah says, suddenly very close to my ear, and I’m forced to jump a little by the startling close proximity. “Believe me, I know. I used to be one.”
I turn to face her, and she offers me a bright smile and a shrug. That’s not very comforting. Snake met her here, and now they’re together. Obviously they do fuck these girls if they’re interested enough.
“You look miserable already,” Drex says, drawing my attention back to him.
It’s a little hard to voice all the thoughts in my head. Fortunately, Sarah chimes in. “If it were a bunch of guys on stage stripping and fucking us with their eyes, how good would you feel?” she asks him, smirking as though she’s baiting him.
That girl has ovaries of steel.
Drex frowns while glancing around. “It’s a strip club. She seemed excited on the way here.” His eyes turn to me. “What were you expecting it to be like?”
I feel like he wants me to tell him I’m having fun, but I don’t feel like playing my role tonight.
“This is exactly what I expected. I’m sure there will be more things I’m expecting to come later. Can I go get a drink?”
He glances around at the very full club. “I’ll order you something. One of the girls should be coming by any second now to take our order.”
The bar is just behind us, and standing a little lets me look over the back of the booth for a better view. Even the bartender is a sexy woman. He took me to his playhouse, and I was excited to come.