Now it’s Friday night. I promised Grayson a VIP night at the club to make up for being “an absolute cunt” this week – his exact words.
I get to the club early, pour myself a scotch in the office and pull up the security feeds. Memories flooding back to me of last Friday in my office with a certain firecracker coming apart on my fingers. I can almost smell her sweet scent now. It’s addicting. Dangerous.
Here I am sitting and watching people enter the club on a Friday night, wondering, no, hoping she might make an appearance. What the hell has happened to me? This woman is turning me into an absolute pussy.
I know I shouldn’t want her. I can’t have her, but I can’t resist this urge.
I saw on her Instagram that she was off on a girls’ night tonight. I can only hope her fine ass ends up in my club.
Now on my third measure of Scotch, Grayson texts to tell me he’s on his way. I continue to study the monitor, until something catches my attention. Zooming in on the main doors, I squint. Is that you Princess?
I know from the hammering in my chest it’s her.
She’s in the queue with her blonde friend from last week. I can see through the screen her eyes light up when she talks. Why am I bothered to know that she has friends to take care of her?
A pair of masculine arms wrap around Sienna’s neck and she snuggles into them, turning to flash the prick her bright, infectious smile.
Fuck.This.
Slamming my drink on the desk, I charge out of the office, fists clenched by my sides. Grayson’s walking down the hall towards my office. I don’t have time for him right now. Cutting him off before he can start, I say, “I gotta sort something real quick. Your booth is set up in the VIP area. Give them your name. I’ll meet you there in a minute.”
Without waiting for a response, I continue on my mission – get that bloke the fuck off Sienna.
All week I’ve almost killed myself physically trying to get her off my mind. Just one look at her and it’s all flooding back. Every cell of my body is warning me against this, screaming at me to leave it.
My heart may be working in the sense it pumps blood around my body to keep me alive, but it’s dead in the sense it doesn’t feel.
It doesn’t feel anything other than darkness.
There is no light.
I don’t deserve light.
To be the beast in the boxing ring, the enforcer on the streets I can’t allow light into my life. I crave the darkness.
But I’m fucking taking it anyway, even if it is just for one night.
The rage courses through my veins, blood hammering in my ears, as I push past the crowd in the club.
It’s the second weekend we’ve been open and the place is heaving. I should be proud; it is my vision come to life. In the long run, it’s a means to an end, part of my deal with Luca. He funnels his dirty cash through the club, keeps the mob happy, and sets me free. After the small job of becoming World Champion.
The fight is booked. Just seven weeks left until my debt is paid. But I can’t concentrate on that until I fuck this goddess out of my system.
The number one rule of boxing: Fight with your head. Right now, it’s all over the place. I can’t afford to lose my head in the ring.
Fuck, I need to calm down.
The chances are, Sienna is gunna be pissed because I haven’t contacted her all week. But I’m hoping I can sweet talk her into agreeing with my proposal.
One night of pure sinful sex and then we carry on with our lives. Easy, right?
Barging past those useless bouncers, the ones I still need to fire, I scan my way through the crowd. Like a wolf on a hunt, I zone in on my prey.
I can pick her out of a crowd of thousands. My body reacts before I even see her. If I didn’t know any better, it’s almost as if she’s cast some kind of spell on me. Never has a woman had this effect on me.
I spot her easily. She stands out from anyone else around her. Absolutely no man in this universe could ignore her beauty. Quite simply, she is stunning. Her piercing icy blues lock onto mine, realization etches across her face as she gives me a wide smile, her face lighting up.
Fuck, I swear when she smiles at me I forget how to breathe. All the air is knocked clean from my lungs.
I return her smile with a teasing smirk.
Her hair is braided at the roots with curls bouncing around her, flowing right down her back. Under the luminous red signs of The End Zone entrance, I can see her sinful sequined dress shimmering against the lights. Emphasizing her killer figure. I bet she looks even more delicious out of the clothes.
The prick still has his arms locked around her neck, his head resting on her shoulder. He’s a reasonable-sized man, but no match for me. She cocks her head to the side and whispers in his ear.
Watching this made my skin crawl, seeing another man’s hands on her creamy soft skin makes me murderous. He looks at her with concern, setting his sights on me with a worried glare. Yes, asshole, hands off. I’m still standing by the entrance to the club. I should know better. The last thing I need before a fight is more bad press. Grayson’s already pissy with me after my outburst this week.
The prick finally takes his arms off her, her eyes searching for mine. Oh, she’s caught on quickly. I don’t fuck around.
It’s now or never.
I stride over to her and plaster on my best fake smile for the crowd. To them, I’m a celebrity, a billionaire boxing playboy, and that’s the story we’re sticking to.
I reach her just as she turns to face me. Her blonde friend smiles at me in recognition, I guess she knows about last weekend. “Hey, Keller.” Sienna speaking breaks me from my thoughts.
“Hey, Baby,” I whisper against her ear, just loud enough for her to hear. A crimson blush creeps up her cheeks. I set my sights on the rest of her group. “I have some space in our VIP area tonight. You’ll have to put up with my asshole trainer. Drinks are on the house all night to make up for that.”
Her friends all cheer in response, and Sienna eyes me suspiciously. And she should be. I have plans for us. I’m just being polite, offering her friends an alternative to her company. Fuck knows why. I don’t ever care about other people, but with her it’s different. I don’t want her to fear me. I don’t want her to know my darkest side.
The blonde one is the first to pipe up. “Urrrr yes! Of course, we’d love to, wouldn’t we guys?” She emphasizes her words while shooting them all daggers.
Prick with the cuddle complex is unreadable and my patience is wearing thin. He’s already had his hands on something that doesn’t belong to him. The fact I’m offering an evening on the house is a miracle when all I want to do is smash his head against the pavement.
“Yeah, sounds good, mate.” The prick finally responds and Sienna gives him a soft smile, which pisses me off.
I move the red rope barrier and signal for them to come through, catching Sienna’s wrist as she waltzes past, stopping her in her tracks.
“Not so fast, Gorgeous, we have other plans,” and I feel her shiver under my touch.
The only solace from this predicament I find myself in is, it’s clear she’s under the same fucking spell as me. Her body can’t help but react to me, no matter how much she may will it not too.
Releasing her wrist, I shut the barrier which gets me some moaning from the queue of people. I cock my eyebrow in annoyance at their whining and turn my attention back to Sienna. Placing my hand at her lower back, I lead her into the club, nodding to the bouncers as we pass.
Once in the club, we make our way by the dancefloor, bar, and then the VIP area. I clock her friends walking in, good they will leave us alone for a bit now. I’m sure Grayson will keep her blonde friend company. I lead her down the hallway, heading towards my office. Déjà vu of last Friday flashes in my brain, automatically sending all the blood rushing straight to my dick. As we make our way into the office, a waft of her sweet peach scent smothers my senses. Fucking delicious.
Her perfect ass is teasing me as she edges into the room just inches away from my dick touching her. Fuck I need to get it together. She makes herself at home and plops onto the leather couch, legs crossed and arms folded. But I can see her perky nipples giving away her true feelings. She wants me as much as I want – no, crave her.
I walk past her and around my desk; I need a second to compose myself.
“So, what do I owe this pleasure, Keller?” she asks. Even her British accent turns me on, despite the angry undertone.
“I have a proposal for you.” I get straight to the point, reminding myself this isn’t an offer of marriage. Although, have I ever had to ask a woman to have sex with me to get them out of my brain so I can focus on anything else? No.
“Ok, and that proposal is?” she presses, shifting in her seat.
I lean over my desk, my palms flat on the smooth oak. “I won’t beat around the bush, Sienna. I want to fuck you. Hell, I haven’t stopped thinking about you all week. I have a big fight coming up and I can’t afford any distractions. Therefore, my proposal is one night. I will give you the best night of your life. Any number of orgasms you want, you’ve got.”
Tapping my fingers on the desk, I watch as she soaks in my proposition. Chewing the inside of her mouth, her brows furrow. I can hear the cogs turning inside her head from here.
“What do you say?” I ask, holding my breath. I really fucking need her to say yes. For my own sanity.
“Say please,” she smirks, eyes twinkling.
Fuck, this woman is going to kill me. Raking my hand over my face in fake annoyance, I let out a huff. “Please Princess, I’ll get on my knees and beg if you need me to,” I groan. Of course, she’s making me work for it. The woman’s a firecracker. I should’ve expected no less.
Looking me dead in the face, desire burning behind her eyes, and giving me a devious smile, she simply replies, “Yes, Keller.”
And that’s all I need.
Pushing myself off the desk, I stalk over to her. I can’t kiss her here. If I do, I won’t be able to stop and I don’t want any interruptions. She promised me a whole night and, that’s what I’m taking.
I grab her by the waist and hoist her over my shoulder. She screams while whacking me on the back, “Keller put me down. I can walk!”
“I know, but it’s a lot quicker if I carry you when you’ve got heels on,” I reply, slapping her ass. I hear a small moan escape her lips as I do.
Oh, tonight’s going to be electric.
There’s not a chance in hell one night is going to kill this obsession.
