who went to your parties and shit.” Vince pinched my chin, brushing his thumb over my bottom lip. “The thought of another man taking you out, wining and dining you, possibly even kissing you or more, made me want to burn the mother fucking world down. But I never stopped it. I just spread some rumors.”
“What kind of rumors?” I ran my hand down his dress shirt, remembering that I had stuffed my panties into his pocket.
“I had it spread that you had a boyfriend who had family in the yakuza.”
I opened my mouth to say something but thought better of it. “Oh.”
Vince gave me a small smile. “I like you, Gigi. I’ve always liked you. I wasn’t going to let someone else ruin you before I got a chance to.”
“So romantic.” I tried pushing him back when he grabbed my hips in a rough move.
“It is romantic.” He leaned down to my ear, giving it a gentle nip. “Can I ask what you’re doing in here?”
A breathless laugh escaped me. “I was waiting for you.”
His head snapped up. “Really?”
“No.” I patted his chest. “I was getting changed.”
“For what?”
I turned around. “You’ll see.”
“Queenie.” He cupped my nape, pulling me back against him. “Fuck, I just want to take you out of here.”
“And do what?” My skin burned at the rough hold he had on me.
“Every nasty dirty thing imaginable.”
My stomach tumbled. “Well…” I pushed out of his hold, grabbed the clothes I would wear for the dance, and stepped away from him before he could grab me again. “I guess you’ll have to show me later what you’re wanting to do.”
“Gigi,” he groaned, his dark eyes roaming down the length of me.
“Trust me, baby. I think you’ll like my present.” Or punish me for it. Either way, one of us was going to enjoy it at the very least.
“Oh?” Vince raised an eyebrow. “Can I have a hint?”
“Nope.” I rushed into one of the dressing rooms and locked the door before Vince could do what we both wanted him to do.
“Gigi, you’re being a damn tease,” he said, wiggling the doorknob.
“You really don’t like surprises. Do you?” He needed to leave or else we would never get on with our night.
“Let me see what you’re changing into at least.”
“Ha. No. Go have fun. I’ll be out soon.” As soon as those words left my mouth, a voice called out. I couldn’t hear what they were saying but the voice sounded high. For whatever reason, the hairs on the back of my neck tingled, along with my stomach clenching with unease. I didn’t like this feeling. This jealousy. This need to keep Vince close by and not let anyone else near him. It was possessive and unnecessary.
“Fine, but Gigi?”
I shivered at the deep baritone of Vince’s voice. “Yes?”
“I’ll make you regret not letting me in there.”
Before I could think on it, I unlocked the door and opened it.
Vince grinned, coming into the dressing room. “You didn’t want to see what my threat consisted of?” Instead of waiting for me to answer, he crushed his mouth to mine.
Ten minutes later, he had me screaming his name.
He chuckled, sinking his teeth into the side of my throat. “Good thing there’s music playing.”
“God.” I shivered. “I don’t even care.”
A wicked grin spread on his face. “We’ll see about that.”
Almost a half hour later and Vince was doing up his pants, while I was slipping back into my dress. His cum dripped out of me, causing a shiver to ripple down my spine.
“Thank you for the birthday present.” He winked.
I laughed, shaking my head. “Now you have to leave, so I can get ready.”
He smirked. Coming toward me, he pinched my chin and placed a soft peck on my forehead. “Don’t clean yourself up,” he murmured, brushing his nose over the tip of mine.
The move had been so gentle, it caused an ache in my chest. “I won’t.”
“Good girl.” He kissed me one last time and left the dressing room.
“Vince, where the hell have you been?” I heard his friend ask.
“I was opening my birthday present,” Vince told him.
I smiled, my cheeks heating.
I knew that the stripper would come out as soon as our parents left. Good thing too because I didn’t want my father seeing me grinding against Vince. God, I couldn’t believe I was going to do this. I was going to dance for him. It reiterated the fact that no one else should be touching him. It wasn’t like he hadn’t felt