“Morning, princess, did you have a nice sleep?” William asked.
Glancing down his bed toward the chair in the corner of the room, he saw his friend, the owner of the club, waiting. “Do you ever actually sleep?”
“When I don’t have women demanding a full refund, along with their files, and oh, yeah, trying to give me back the access card that is rightfully theirs. No, when that happens, I’m cranky, and guess what, Corey? I’m fucking cranky.”
“Wait? What the fuck are you talking about?”
“You asked for that information, and so I granted it to you with the understanding you wouldn’t act in haste. You went to her workplace?” William hadn’t stood, nor was he ranting. Instead, he sat calmly, talking, which could mean things were about to get a whole lot worse for him.
“Okay, I’ve got a feeling that I’m not entirely sure what is going on.”
“Who is missing from your bed?”
“Alexa. She’s proving to be a hard nut to crack.”
“She gave me a visit, and since you violated protocol, and I fucking helped you, she no longer wants anything to do with the club.”
Corey listened as William told him exactly what was said between them, and he winced, feeling a throbbing beneath his temple. He should have known she was pissed. She’d given into her need, but she hadn’t exactly forgiven him. He’d seen how angry she was when he told her where he got the information. He never should have fallen asleep.
“I can’t take back what was done. I couldn’t wait anymore.”
“Alexa visited the club a minimum of three times a week. I don’t know why she doesn’t come here on a Friday. You should have waited, and been patient. Instead, I’ve just lost a brand new customer, and any friends she might have had.”
“She was the plus one with Becca.”
“My club is exclusive, Corey. It thrives as I keep it a certain way, which means I have to have a constant supply of customers to replace those that have found love. Do you honestly think you’re the first guy to grow intrigued by a woman’s presence within the club? You’re not. I’ve been to many weddings over the past couple of years because of people finding love within my club. I like to think of this as more of a love club.”
Raising a brow, Corey stared at his friend. “Love club.”
“I’ve been to twenty weddings, which means forty of my customers have since married. Some of them still visit from time to time, but others do not. I never expected you to visit Alexa’s work. Fix this problem.”
William stood, making his way toward the door.
“You’re just joking about the whole business of weddings, right?”
“No. I’m not. I have a good success rate of helping people find love.”
“Was Alexa really pissed?” he asked.
“She wasn’t exactly happy. From the way she was acting, I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t come back.” William let himself out, and Corey sat on the bed, looking toward the clock. It was a little after six, and he was still fucking tired. Alexa had exhausted him, but he’d not done the same to her. She’d been able to leave his ass, and to deal with William. He must be losing his touch.
Climbing out of bed, he stared at the floor. There were none of her clothes, nor any sign other than the used condoms in the trash that she’d even been there.
Alexa had been fire in his arms, and had surprised him with how damn hot she’d been. There had been no holding back. She had given as good as she got. His cock thickened at the memory of her wrapped around him. She had been an amazing fuck, and he hadn’t even gotten into her ass. No, he’d teased her ass, hoping to be with her again.
What’s wrong with you?
One night, that was all.
One night wasn’t going to satisfy him, and now William was pissed at him. He’d not expected her to go running away. She’d taken him by surprise with that.
Running fingers through his hair, he then started to stretch, waking up his body so that he’d be prepared for the morning ahead. He only ever used this room to crash in when he’d drunk a little too much, or was too exhausted to drive himself home. He lived in a penthouse suite in a luxury apartment building within the center of town. Seeing as he didn’t have any actual work to do, he tended to do whatever took his fancy. There wasn’t anything that kept him interested, not even for a couple of weeks. He tried getting into buying real estate, but that didn’t satisfy him. Buying expensive art held no appeal. Instead, he helped William when he could, visited the club, and either traveled, or did nothing.