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  My mouth drops open. “You’re not serious? I am not letting you put that,” I point to his crotch, “thing near me. It’s probably rotting with diseases.”

  He grunts. “I always use protection. Don’t insult me.”

  I take a bite of my pizza, chewing it and then saying, “So, I guess I have double the work to do tomorrow night?”

  “Stop talking with your mouth full. God, do you have any manners?”

  I stretch my leg out and kick his shin.

  “Ow, fuck,” he barks, shooting daggers at me.

  “Don’t insult me in my house, jackass.”

  “Then don’t piss me off.”

  I curl my lip with sarcasm. “Oh waa waa, have a cry about it already and then move the fuck on.”

  His lips quirk. “It doesn’t surprise me that you’re single.”

  My eyes widen and I scowl at him. “I get plenty of dick, thank you very much.”

  “That’s a lie.”

  Dang it, he’s right.

  “Well, I would if I wasn’t doing your dirty work because you’re too lazy.”

  He leans back, taking a bite of his pizza. “You like your job, admit it.”

  “Don’t talk with your mouth full, don’t you have any manners,” I throw at him.

  He grins at me.

  Damn.

  “I learned from the best.”

  I laugh.

  So he did.

  CHAPTER THREE

  Someone kicks the side of my bed. I groan and roll, taking the covers with me. Why do people always insist on waking me up when I’m having a good sleep? What ever happened to privacy? Sheesh.

  “Get up.”

  Reign. Jesus. The man doesn’t sleep.

  “Go away, Reign,” I huff.

  “It’s fucking four pm, what the hell are you doin’ still in bed?”

  “It’s the weekend,” I say, my voice muffled from the pillow my face is pressed against.

  “Yeah, which means I need you.”

  I throw the covers back and roll, glaring up at him. Shit he looks good, all casual and rugged. “Can’t you just go and get yourself laid for once?”

  He raises his brows at me. “I need someone to come with me to the opening of one of my new clubs tonight.”

  I roll my eyes and groan loudly. “Boooo!”

  He leans down, taking the covers and pulling them back. I’m only wearing a bra and panties. “Hey,” I protest, reaching for the sheet.

  “Nice panties, is that Hello Kitty?”

  “Listen here, jerk off,” I say, waggling my finger at him. “You can insult me, but don’t you go near Hello Kitty...got me?”

  He shakes his head. “You really need to get yourself a man.”

  “Who would appreciate my Hello Kitty panties,” I point out, rolling and forcing myself up.

  “After he burns them,” he mutters. “Now get up.”

  “Eat me, Reign,” I grumble, standing. “I’m tired.”

  “You slept all fuckin’ day.”

  “Shut your pie hole, your voice is too loud,” I complain, trudging past him towards the shower.

  “You’ve got an hour, I’m making coffee,” he yells out after me.

  I wave my hand. “Yeah yeah.”

  ~*~*~*~

  Reign’s clubs are striking, that much I’ll give him. He always has them done up with the most modern, funky decorations and furniture, making them a real delight to be in. This particular one is extremely stylish, more for the upper class. It’s all red and black décor, shiny wooden floors and a bar with glass counter tops that drinks just slide along.

  I stand at the back of it, martini in hand, watching as Reign does his speeches. Women gush over him and I see a group of them slinking up to the front of the small stage designed for bands. I want to gag; seriously, I hope I never become so desperate. When Reign finishes up with his speech, he thanks everyone and then exits the stage, his eyes scanning the crowd until he finds me.

  I’m slightly under the weather, and so is he. I can tell by the glassiness in his eyes when he stops in front of me, looking damned magnificent in that black suit. His hair is falling lazily over his forehead, and his eyes are all sparkly and gorgeous. He stares down at my black dress for a minute, and then looks back up to me.

  “Ready to get me some action?”

  “Hi to you, too,” I smile sweetly.

  He puts a hand on my shoulder and directs me towards a large booth. We sit down and I scoot closer to him.

  “So go on, tell me what you’re looking for.”

  He shrugs. “You owe me for your last attempt, so make it a good one.”

  I stare around the room, spotting a redhead at the bar, giving Reign a sexy smile. “She’s good,” I say, nodding at her.

  Reign glances over and provides her with a wink, which is absolutely perfect and easy for me to be able to put on a show. I turn to him and growl, “Could you make it anymore obvious?”

  He stares down at me, confused for a second until he catches on.

  “What?”

  “You’re practically undressing her with your eyes,” I snap. “If you don’t want to be in a relationship, Reign, then just say so. Is it because she’s prettier than me?”

  He makes eye contact with the woman again and I whisper, “She watching?”

  He nods and says, “Well, with your attitude lately, she’s sure as shit looking better than you.”

  I stand, gaping. “How dare you!”

  Then, with a devilish glint to my eye, I step forward and tip my drink down the front of his suit pants. His eyes widen and he snarls a curse at me, that I’m sure isn’t part of the act.

  “Have her then,” I yell, turning and walking off.

  I shove through the crowd until I can get a good spot, and then I turn and peer back at them. The redhead has gone over, her hands full of napkins. Bingo. I watch for only a second as she begins to pat his crotch. Snorting, I spin quickly and find another table. I finish my drink and stare around at the crowd. An interesting bunch to say the least. All very professional.

  Bored, I stand and walk over to the bar, ordering another drink. A shot this time. I throw it back and then make my way out the back of the club, which holds numerous rooms. Reign likes to keep his customers happy by providing them with, shall we say, fucking space? I admire the artwork on the walls, and the golden swirls in the maroon carpet as I slowly make my way down.

  I’ve barely made it half way when a hand curls around my arm and I’m being dragged quickly and suddenly into a closet. “What the fuck?” I yell.

  “It’s me,” Reign says, shoving our bodies into a dark space.

  A small, very cramped dark space.

  He slams the door and my body is forced up against his. God he’s hard, all over.

  “What the hell are we in a storage closet for?” I whisper angrily.

  “It’s a broom closet,” he points out.

  “Same difference.”

  “That girl,” he breathes. “Fucking psycho.”

  “So we’re hiding in a closet?”

  He shifts and his cock presses right into places I really didn’t want it.

  “This is awkward, Reign.”

  “Just shut up for a second,” he orders. “She’ll disappear soon.”

  “What did she do that was so psycho?”

  He’s silent for a minute, then he speaks in a low, hushed whisper. “Firstly, she just about rubbed my fuckin’ cock off trying to pat it dry.”

  I smother a laugh. “That’s bad because?”

  “Then she went all Wedding Crashers crazy on me.”

  I snort a laugh. I love that movie. The character Gloria is a complete nut job, and I have an image of the redhead right away, which only makes me giggle.

  “As in Gloria crazy?” I grin.

  “Yeah, as in shoving her hand down my pants and giving me a fuckin’ hand job in the middle of my club, crazy. She even did the laugh.”

  Oh no, not the laugh.<
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  “The Gloria laugh?”

  He groans. “Yeah.”

  I do the laugh and he flicks my chin with his fingers. “Stop it.”

  “It’s funny,” I tease. “Come on, admit it.”

  “She was a fucking mental woman,” he growls.

  “At least she was easy.”

  “Reign?”

  I stifle a laugh at the sound of the female voice coming down the hall.

  “The urge to call out is huge,” I admit, with a grin.

  “Don’t even fuckin’ think about it,” he warns.

  “Reign?” she calls again.

  I open my mouth and obviously Reign can read my mind, because his hand comes around the back of my head and he presses over it before I can say anything. I try to protest, but the sound comes out muffled.

  “Reign?”

  Jesus, she doesn’t give up.

  We wait like that for at least ten minutes, Reign with his hand on my mouth, Gloria calling for him. Finally the halls are quiet and Reign lets me go. “Thank fuck, let’s go home. We’ll go out the back.”

  He reaches out for the handle and rattles it a few times. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” he barks.

  “What?”

  “It’s one of those automatic locking ones.”

  “Are you fucking serious?” I cry.

  He doesn’t answer, just rattles it again.

  “Your club design sucks,” I hiss. “What is wrong with you?”

  “Me?” he snaps. “I didn’t build the fuckin’ thing.”

  I shove the door a few times, yelling out. Nothing. I twist and end up squashed between Reign and the door. I can feel his cock again and suddenly this closed in space is getting a little warm. It gets warmer when he moves his hips and the friction of his pants and the thickness of his cock slide against my pussy.

  “Do not do that again!”

  “Why?” he murmurs.

  “Reign Braxton! So help me god, I’ll take you down.”

  He shifts his hips again, and I can feel his cock hardening.

  “Why are you hard?” I screech, pushing my hands up between us and pressing them against his chest. He doesn’t move.

  “I have a nice, warm, pretty attractive body up against mine,” he says simply. “And I’m horny.”

  “You’re disgusting, do not even think about getting lucky in this closet with me.”

  “Don’t need to get lucky, baby,” he says, his voice almost evil. “But I can get revenge.”

  “Oh don’t you even-”

  He moves again, sending little bolts of excitement right to my core. I’m wet, I won’t deny it, Reign is hot and it’s been a long...long time.

  “Reign,” I demand, but my voice betrays me and comes out breathy.

  “Hmmmm?”

  “Stop it.”

  “Soon.”

  He moves his hips again, this time his hand slides around me, pressing against my back to crush me further into him.

  “This is unprofessional,” I cry, in my poor attempt to protest. “And it’s like...sexual assault.”

  He chuckles. “It’s only sexual assault if you don’t like it.”

  “You’re a jackass!”

  He jerks his hips again, his hard, thick cock rubbing right where it needs to. I bite my lip. I won’t moan. I won’t.

  “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but it won’t work. I don’t even like you.”

  “Then it won’t matter if I keep doing it,” he says and I can hear the devilish grin behind his words.

  “You’ll pay for this.”

  “It won’t matter, it will give me great satisfaction. Don’t pretend you don’t like it, your pussy is all hot and bothered against me.”

  “How the hell would you know that?” I argue, pressing my hand against the door beside me.

  “I can feel it around my dick, even through my pants.”

  Oh boy.

  “Nice little cunt, Tia.”

  “You’re a pig.”

  “Mmmmm,” he murmurs. “Revenge is so damned sweet.”

  He moves his cock again, using his hand to keep me from taking a step back. Not that there’s anywhere to go. I close my eyes, if I will it away, maybe it won’t feel so damned good. Because it does, it feels good. So fucking good. He keeps rocking his hips and in the small, confined space I can hear his breathing becoming ragged. I can feel the puffs of warm air against my cheek.

  Shit. My nipples just got hard.

  Code red. Code red.

  “Help!” I try to yell out, but it comes out as a pathetic squeak.

  “Good try, babe. That effort was incredible.”

  I close my eyes and grumble, because if I speak, he’ll hear the lust in my voice. God, I want him to stop, but at the same time I don’t. I really...really don’t. He feels super good, I mean like...damn. He uses his hips to make sure his cock is riding me, rubbing my clit through my dress. I close my eyes; biting my lip so hard I taste blood.

  “It will give me great satisfaction to hear you come, little Tia.”

  I want to spit a curse at him, but I too am now breathing ragged, my body wound up and desperate for release.

  “How much more do I need to rub your pussy for that to happen?”

  “Fuck you,” I hiss.

  “You’re not that lucky.”

  Asshole.

  His fingers pinch into my ass as he uses it for his own benefit, grinding my body against his, creating even more friction. Sweat trickles down my forehead as my pussy gets tighter and tighter, the throbbing is out of this world. I close my eyes, deciding he’s not going to stop so I might as well take it. I let my head fall back as he thrusts against me.

  Oh god, yes. So close.

  “Not even a moan for my benefit?” he rasps, unable to hide his own arousal with sarcasm.

  I clench my jaw, holding my breath, trying to do anything but come. It’s impossible though, with one last thrust of his wicked cock, I come against him. My breath comes out in a whoosh and with it a long, ragged moan. Reign grunts, I don’t know if it’s in amusement or perhaps even pleasure? When my body stops shaking and my senses come back, I realize that I just came...without him even really touching me.

  Oh man.

  “That was hot,” he dares to say after a few minutes.

  “If you ever...even so much as speak about that...I’ll nut you.”

  He chuckles against me. “Speak about what? That you were so fuckin’ horny I just rubbed my cock against you and you were coming in mere minutes.”

  I say nothing, because I can feel a flush rising to my cheeks. Shit. He got me good, the bastard.

  “We’re even now, then.”

  He wraps an arm around me. “Maybe.”

  Before I can answer, the closet door swings open and a janitor stares at us in confusion. Then he recognizes Reign and straightens. “Sir, I didn’t realize you were using the closet. Forgive me.”

  I snort and step out, knowing I probably look like Reign just fucked me.

  “We got stuck. Thank you, Pete.” Reign says, nodding to the man.

  I rush off down the hall, not daring to look at him.

  “Can’t even look at me?” he says from behind me.

  “You owe me dinner now, Reign Braxton.”

  “That I can do.”

  I can’t wipe the smile from my face.

  That’s one for Reign.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Ohh, the smell of Italian food and red wine. It’s so good. My stomach grumbles as Reign and I take a seat outside, under a gorgeous big umbrella that has been professionally placed to give the restaurant edge. Reign has a newspaper tucked under his arm and a waiter follows closely behind him with our wine.

  We sit down and I smile at the waiter politely as he pours the wine. Reign nods at him and when he’s gone, I dare to look over the table to the man I want to beat. With a blunt instrument. He gives me a cocky smile and I shoot him a glare. With a chuckle, he shoves the n
ewspaper towards me.

  “I don’t want that.”

  He nods to it, “Look on the second page.”

  Curious, I take it off him and flip it open to the second page. I see a picture of him with...twenty or so women. A huge smile breaks out across my face as I realize this must have been taken the night I sent all those women after him. Then I read the article and it clicks.

  “You sneaky son-of-a-bitch,” I breathe. “It finally makes sense.”

  “What does?” he asks, taking a sip of his wine.

  I look up at him. “I never realized it before, but there’s always a picture of you and a woman in the paper, which makes sense. It’s not coincidental, is it? There’s only one way a reporter could have gotten that photo of you, and that’s if you gave it to them.”

  His eyes narrow.

  “Oh, you’re good,” I laugh, sitting back. “You know, I wondered why you had no problem screwing around when you’re trying to get your ex back. It made no sense, I couldn’t figure out why you would do that when you claimed to love her. Now I get it. She sees this, doesn’t she?”

  He shrugs, but his expression tells me I’m right on.

  “It’s clever, Reign. I’ll give you that. The old ‘make her jealous’ tactic. Tell me, though, why don’t you just go and get her back?”

  He meets my stare. “She fucked me over, I guess a mean part of me wants to make it hurt. I wasn’t just going to run back into her arms...that would have been wrong for both of us. She made a mistake, of that I don’t doubt, but she also needs to see how it feels.”

  “You could just pretend to be with other women,” I point out.

  He raises his brows. “I’m a man, did we not make that clear.”

  “We did,” I deadpan. “Okay, so tell me your tactic on this.”

  “It’s simple. She sees those pictures and it hurts her, nothing makes a woman realize what she’s missing like seeing the man she fucked over with another girl. She made a mistake, a big one, and it’s not an easy mistake to come back from. But in saying that, she regrets it. I know she does.”

  “How?” I ask.

  He shrugs, drinking more wine. “I just know. She was devastated when I left, she’s called me non-stop since.”

  “So instead of taking her back, you’re making her pay?”

  “Am I wrong for doing so?” he asks.

  I take a sip of my wine and ponder that, before saying, “No.”