The beat of the music pounded throughout the mansion that Sasha called home. I watched the crowd sway with the tempo of the music from the top of the grand staircase. Everyone’s movements were jerky and liquor induced. Half of them wouldn’t even remember what they did tonight or tomorrow morning.
“If you come with me back to my bedroom, I can make your time here worth the while.” Sasha’s manicured hand landed against my chest. Her voice purred against my ear. I could practically see her digging her claws into me, laying claim when there was no claim to be laid.
“You know that’s not what I came here for.” I ignored her advancements. I could fuck whatever girl I wanted, when I wanted. Things with Sasha were out of pure boredom and nothing else. Tonight I wasn’t bored, instead I was ready for a fight, one that she promised to have here. Her bottom lip jutted out in a pout, and her nails raked across my chest. I could feel the tips of her razor-sharp nails through my t-shirt.
“I’ve kept my promise, Royal. Dom is already here, and he’s ready for a fight. The bets have been placed, and the place is packed….” There was a but part of this sentence that she hadn’t spoken yet, I could feel it, and that alone caused irritation to prick at the surface of my skin. I grabbed her hand, shoving it out of my space, and removing it from my chest.
“You knew what this was about long before I asked you to set this fight up.” I narrowed my eyes at her, gesturing between us. “This isn’t going to happen. I don’t do relationships… I just fuck…” I lowered my voice at her, hinting at a warning. I didn’t want to have to explain myself to her a million and one fucking times, and I knew she was smart enough to understand what was occurring between us. It wasn’t my fault she wanted it to be more than it was.
“I’ve done all of this for you,” she whined, her red high heel stomping against the marble floor. I couldn’t help but roll my eyes at her. How childish was it that she was making a huge deal out of nothing? It didn’t bother me, though, it wasn’t me who looked dumb in front of all of these people.
“And I’ve told you thank you more than once.” I gritted my teeth while speaking.
“Then prove it and make it official between us.” She pursed her lips. The challenge in her eyes made my cock hard. I loved the darkness in her, but the shit coming out of her mouth shattered the mood. She wanted what she couldn’t have and what I wasn’t willing to give to anyone.
Except Noelle.
“Why don’t you get on your knees right here, right now, and suck my cock.” I tilted my head at her, meeting her eyes with the same challenge as I reached for the button on my jeans. I was serious as fuck, and I was sure she didn’t believe me.
I watched as she visibly sucked in a breath, her face puckering like she ate something sour. Clearly she wasn’t happy with that idea. I felt the same about her wanting to me make it official between the two of us. The only thing official about us was the fact that we fucked.
“Sasha?” One of her many friends, a chick that went by the name of Max, walked up behind her, saying her name as if she had a question.
“What!?” she snarled, her tone pissy and filled with anger. The girl seemed more frightened than anything as she bit at her bottom lip.
Since when did people treat their friends like garbage?
“You told us to be on the lookout for a girl….” Max looked between Sasha and I. She could feel the tension, just like I was sure everyone in the room could.
“What girl?” I asked before Sasha could answer her. If this had anything to do with Noelle, I would cut Sasha the fuck off so fast her head would spin. I might be engaging in sexual affairs with her, but Noelle wasn’t, which meant she didn’t have to deal with childish bullshit antics Sasha put out there. I had already warned Sasha that fucking with Noelle was like fucking with me. It wasn’t something you did without being prepared to take a fist to the face.
Max shifted from one leg to another as she stared at Sasha as if she was asking with her eyes if it was okay to tell me.
Think real hard before either of you answer me. What was left of my patience was quickly wearing thin.
I flexed my fists and asked again, my eyes scanning the floor before coming back to Sasha and Max. There was no one that matched Noelle’s description in the crowd, at least not within my sight.
“I’m not going to repeat myself again. What girl?” My anger was mounting with each second they waited to speak.
“Ummm…” Max stuttered again, and I could tell she was scared. She probably wasn’t even one of Sasha’s friends, but nothing more than a groupie, one of the people that Sasha appointed to do shit for her.
“Sasha!” I ordered her, raising my voice. I could feel eyes on me. They started to drift toward us. We were drawing attention and I didn’t like it, not in the least fucking bit.