me to the ladies’ restroom, so I can fix my hair and touch up my make up. To my surprise he’s leaning on the wall outside the restroom with arms folded over his chest.
“I need you again.” He bites his bottom lip. “You’ll never wear that out in public again.”
“Why?” I smooth down my dress.
“Because my dick likes your perfect body in it way too much.”
“Good, that means I’m doing my job.”
He pulls me into him and kisses the hell out of me before walking me to my seat at the edge of the stage.
He gives me one more quick kiss before leaning down and whispering in my ear. “I put this show together for you and you only. I’ll be thinking about fucking those tits and pussy while up there on stage.”
He turns before I have a chance to speak. The entire show drags by so slowly. I pull my phone and read a text from Ava that her and Zane are on their way back. I smile, actually shocked they lasted this long. Then I type out texts to Rhett.
Me: You have me squirming in my seat
Me: This show sucks
Me: God, I want you.
He never texts back, and I’m certain he’s punishing me with his fucking delicious body and surprise. Finally, I decide I could use another drink and head to the bar. I nod to Kip and he knows what I want. I’m not surprised when the whore is standing next to me.
Kip slides my glass to me across the bar. “Rhett has all your drinks.”
“Thanks.” I send him a quick wink.
“Rhett is the biggest playboy in town. This won’t last long.”
The thought of ignoring her intrigues me for a few seconds, but that doesn’t last too long. “Well, I’m the biggest playa in town, so it looks like a match made in heaven.”
“Fucking rich girl thinking she can have whatever she wants.”
Internally, I pass out from a fit of hysterics. She has no idea how poor I truly am. My parents cut everything off after Chloe’s wedding.
“I guess rich pays off.” I bring my glass to my lips. “Rhett prefers my golden honey to the town trash. Guess I can’t blame him.”
I waltz back to my table proud, knowing the cunt will never intimidate me again. Rhett made it clear he wants me and nobody else, and I believe that deep down.
Ross entertains the crowd as the lights dim and a Rihanna song comes blaring through the speakers. Soon it’s just “Pour It Up” blaring through the speakers and a dark stage. A dim light focuses in on the center of the stage with a very-well dressed Rhett. In fact, they’re the same clothes he wore as Zane’s best man.
I squirm in my seat when my vision lands on the man bun, then I laugh like a ridiculous schoolgirl. His hands are tucked in his pockets and as he sways to the song, he snakes his way to the edge of the stage near me. When he pulls one hand from his pocket the crowd goes wild, but I remain zoomed in on his actions. He drags his hand up the front of his shirt until it’s resting behind his head.
Oh to be that fucking hand right now. The man is fully clothed, snaking around to the song, and has the women on their feet. His hips grind the air and he tucks his hand back in his pocket, making a big deal about biting down on his bottom lip.
Then in one quick action he pulls both hands from his pockets and tosses dollar bills up in the air, letting most of them fall on my table. My laughter continues with a shit-eating grin plastering my face. He tears his shirt from his chest, sending the club into overdrive.
I know he’s easing his pants down until they’re off too, then he’s on his chest doing sexy push-ups and rolling over onto this back, but it’s the dollar bills that have my attention. Each one has something written on them and it takes me squinting to make it out.
“I’m Darby’s man and only Darby’s man. Rhett+Darby=Powerhouse.”
If I thought I was smiling before, then this must be something that Webster’s Dictionary doesn’t even have defined. When I look up, Rhett is taunting the crowd with his sexy v-line, as he pulls down his sexy underwear and I could care less. He’s mine.
10
Darby
“I am not getting in the shower with you,” I holler as I concentrate and put on