until I join her. The outline of our bodies is reflected in the dark glass door of the club. She’s model thin and model tall. With her four-inch stilettos, she comes right to my chin.
“We look like a good couple,” she observes.
Not in my mind. She looks wrong standing next to me. It should be Lucky who comes up to my shoulder, who is far curvier. And we wouldn’t be standing here but instead, back at my office with her smashed against the window with her legs spread and my cock ramming into her juicy cunt. Soon, though. That’s going to be a reality, soon.
“After you.” I gesture. Celine picked this club out. It’s exclusive and filled with celebrities which means there will be at least one person inside taking pictures for their social media page. All I need is one picture which I can loudly talk about to the administrative staff in the morning. It’ll take ten minutes tops and Celine will go home with a fat check and my green monster plans will be in motion. By the end of the day, Lucky will be in my town car heading to my home where she can place her mark all over my body.
Inside, the club is dark and moody. “This doesn’t look like a good picture taking place.” I glower at the woman. Was she setting me up? Did she believe this was an actual date?
“Be patient.”
After I pay the exorbitant entrance fee, a thick-necked, square-headed muscle man shows us to a private staircase. Celine heads up immediately. The top of the stairs gives way to a large room with brighter lights and fewer people. A row of clubgoers huddle together in the corner and take a photo. The bright light of the flash momentarily illuminates a familiar face at a table nearby. Lucky.
I turn to the woman beside me. “You’re a genius, Celine.” I grab her by the elbow and drag her toward Lucky. Halfway across the room, I stop. Lucky isn’t here with a bunch of other women. She’s here with a man. It’s the guy from the lunchroom—Kevin something. He’s leaning toward her and his shoulder is almost brushing hers. A wave of red washes across my eyes, blurring my vision. I blink to clear the view, but the fucking scene remains the same. My woman is sitting in a nightclub with another man.
The hired model forgotten, I charge the remaining distance. “What the hell is going on here?”
“M-M-Mr. O’Hare,” stammers Kevin. “I didn’t realize you were a member here.”
“I’m not,” I snarl. I grab Lucky’s wrist and pull her to her feet. “And neither is she.”
I’m done with rules and manuals and laws. I don’t care about win-win situations. Lucky is mine and no one—not Kevin from the lunchroom, not Monica from HR, not anyone—is going to keep her from me. Fuck all of them. I throw Lucky over my shoulder and shove my way past the partiers, the picture takers, and the smirking date for hire. A couple of bouncers try to get in my way, but I’m not having it. I might have punched one. I definitely shoved a couple, including one that was coming up the stairs.
“What are you doing?” cries Lucky. “Are you all right?” she asks the bouncer, not caring at all about my bruised knuckles.
“He’s fine,” I grunt. I fish a business card out of my pocket and throw it at the dazed man. “Call my office tomorrow for compensation.”
At the base of the stairs, the muscle man who showed us up to the private lounge stretches his arms out to block my exit. “Sir, I need you to put the woman down.”
I hitch Lucky up a bit higher and then tighten my grip around her thighs.
“Feel free to call the police but I’m leaving with my girl. You can either step aside or take a boot in your chest.”
The man hesitates for a second and then moves. I hand him another card. “Call my office with a bill for the damages.” Outside, a taxi pulls up. I practically drag the occupants out, drop Lucky into the backseat and throw several hundreds at the driver. “Park and Sixty-second,” I bark.
The cab driver doesn’t hesitate and the taxi’s wheels squeal as he pulls away from the curb, leaving behind angry bouncers, a confused couple, and the rest of the unimportant world. I turn to Lucky, who hasn’t said a word.
“Questions?”
“Many,” she replies.
I stretch out my legs as far as