Wicked Destiny - By Tiffany Stevens Page 0,3

needed to be done differently, I’d send an email to Jared, who was the club’s manager. He did all the dirty work, but he was real good at his job. Despite his hunger for women and the usual sexual harassment that happened occasionally, he had great promotional skills and made sure the club was always well stocked.

I don’t know why I didn’t tell anyone that I owned the club; I guess it helped me to know who my actual friends were instead of moochers.

Of all the things my aunt left me, I only used what I needed. Yes, it may have seemed like a lot, but the money I had now was the money I made. I bought the club when I graduated from college and, after buying my loft, I also bought two others. I used one of them as my office, an easy tax write-off, and the others were where I painted and hung my photographs. I guess you could say I was undecided as to what I wanted to be when I grew up.

My living area was in the middle and I had hidden doors that lead to each loft. One door was behind a bookcase and the other was hidden behind my dresser. I was very hands-on with everything when it came to the club. Even though I lead a double life, I took all responsibility. The only thing I didn’t trouble myself with was payroll. That I contracted out. Payroll was just a pain in the ass to have to deal with and this way if anything went wrong, they’d have to deal with it; not me. I looked at every cent that was spent and taken in. If anything ever needed fixing, I emailed Jared and he made the call. I kind of felt like Charlie from Charlie’s Angels.

Tonight was going to be one of our most busy nights. It was the first Friday of the month and we had a bar crawl. A bar crawl was when someone paid one fee and scored access to ten different bars, nightclubs, or whatever you want to call them. That meant there would be double security and more waitresses to serve people throughout the club.

Wondering what to wear, I remembered the new outfit Shay and I got a couple of days ago. There really hadn’t been anyone since Declan and I dared not speak about him to anyone. Truth was, I didn’t have a heart to give anyone, but I still loved the attention I managed. Don’t get me wrong, I liked guys and there were certain parts of their anatomy that took care of a certain needs every now and then, but to actually spend time with them…

No, I didn’t have the desire to have someone stuck up my ass. Honestly, I loved it when names and numbers didn’t get exchanged and, not to mention, I never brought them back to my place. If I ever see them again, then it’s because I met them at the club and they wanted to come back for more. But, then again, what person from a nightclub was decent enough to meet the family to begin with? All the guys there either wanted one-night-stands or they had a girlfriend or wife waiting for them when they get home. That’s why if I sensed a girl’s presence at a guy’s place, I had a certain cab driver I’d text while in the bathroom and I’d tell him to be at the address in an hour. I had no desire to be a part of any drama, so it helped that I didn’t leave a name or number. It worked out great for both of us.

Shay liked to give me hell about my lifestyle, but it worked for me. So why change? I wasn’t in the market to have my heart broken again, so at the moment this worked for me. I always texted her the address in case she didn’t hear from me the next day and I always called her when I got home.

I guess I’d fallen off the deep end since Declan left. Now I couldn’t figure out what color I wanted my hair or what my next tattoo was going to be. All I knew was that I had a tight ass, perky tits, and a killer smile. If I wanted someone, all I had to do was point. But at the moment I liked not having to answer to everything I did. Hell, I couldn’t