“Don’t ask me that shit again. Things will always be good with Aspen. How about you, dick? Cale tells me that your head hasn’t been into the club lately.”
I laugh. “Is this him sending you to fuck me up?”
Watching me, he begins rolling up the sleeve of his black shirt, revealing his tattoos. “Nah, I’m not trying to fuck up my new shirt.” He smirks, looking confident and cool as usual. “I just wanted to check on you and make sure that you’re good. I know how the stress of the club can get to you.”
I take a deep breath and release it, while sitting back in my chair. “I guess I’m just tired of the same old shit. I work my ass off there and every single girl expects me to take them home and fuck them. I’m over it.”
“Hell, the Styx I met over a year ago was into that shit. I was too in the beginning, but fucking just for the fuck of it gets old. I want to fuck because I want to hear the woman below me scream that she fucking loves me and no other man. Not because I want to pretend that love doesn’t exist and fucking is just a way to forget. It took me a while to figure it out, but I did with Aspen. Leaving the club and that lifestyle behind was the best decision of my life.”
I take his words in and my whole body aches to feel that with Meadow someday. For too long, I have been fucking just to forget all of the other shit in my life that sucks, and telling myself that I’ll never find the right woman to change that.
But Meadows different. I’m different with her.
“I’ve been thinking about leaving the club,” I confess. “That place has fucked with my head for too long and I want to focus on my gym and Meadow. I can’t do that when I have to spend my nights there, pleasing other women.”
Slade sits up straight and gives me a questionable look, while loosening his tie. “Woah. Back the fuck up. Who the hell is Meadow?”
The sound of her name coming from his mouth has excitement coursing through me. Damn, this woman has me all fucked up over her.
“Hopefully mine soon. That’s who.”
“Well damn . . . I know that look, man. You have it bad for this woman. I know because I gave every other fucker that look when they asked me about Aspen. She was mine and I needed everyone to know.” He stands up and reaches into his pocket when it starts vibrating. “I need to get back to the office for a meeting. I’m already late. Talk to Cale and tell him what you want. He’ll understand. Plus, there’s plenty of male entertainers banging down the door of WOS to get on that stage and make money. He’ll be fine and so will Stone and Kash. Don’t let that shit stress you out and force you into staying.”
Standing up, I shake his hand and thank him, before he walks away and answers his phone.
Once he’s gone, all I can think about is what he said. Maybe he’s right. Maybe I need to have this talk with Cale. But that’s not the only thing he’s right about. I do have it bad for Meadow. Way more than I fucking know.
I pick up my phone and send Meadow a text.
Styx: I want to take you out to dinner tonight. Wear something dressy. Or hell. Anything you want.
She responds a few minutes later, causing my dick to get hard and my heart to beat fast in my damn chest.
Meadow: I’ll wear nothing if you want me to and we can even stay in at your house. I just want to spend time with you.
“Holy fuck, this woman is perfect for me.”
Now, I just want this day to hurry the hell up so I can make it to her, but I have a lot to do here first.
Just when I think I’m about to have a few minutes to myself after a long day here at the gym, James lets himself in and walks over to take a seat at my desk. He smiles and then reaches over to shake my hand. “Hell yes. Congratulations on being the owner of this badass gym. Of course, a lot of it has to do with me being here.” He flashes a cocky smile as I reach out for his hand and shake it.
“You are as cocky as you fucking look, dipshit.” I mutter. “What do you want?”
He stands when I do. “I need to leave early tonight. I have a date. Is that cool?”
“Yeah, man. Ben can handle it. Just let him know that you’re leaving early.”
“Hell yes!” He does a little dance, similar to some shit that I’d pull at the club. He’s actually pretty good too.
“Did you steal that shit from me?” I joke. “Stay away from the club, fucker and don’t use my moves on your date.”
He winks and dances his way out of my office, shutting the door behind him.
That fucking kid is something else.
Now to give Meadow the night that she deserves . . .
Styx
I’M SURPRISED WHEN I PULL up at my house to see my mother sitting on my porch with her head down.