Tease Me(21)

I tossed and turned for an hour before I gave in and took a few muscle relaxers and a shot of tequila. I lay back down and slept soundly until the sun was high in the sky.

Today was all about making money, threats, and keeping things in line. I dressed and went to the warehouse. I was always looking for the weakest link, one closest to breaking.

I used the last guy who stole from me as an example. I shot him in the stomach and left him to scream and bleed to death. I paid my employees. I treated them well. A few weeks ago, I gave one of my mid-level dealers an extra thousand dollars to cover his mother’s medical expenses. I was fucking good to them.

They had no reason to steal from me. Breaking my rules got them hurt. Simple as that.

After the warehouse, I had my driver take me to visit of a few of the mid-level dealers. I wanted to check up on them, and getting a personal visit from the boss boosted moral. I looked into their customers, who really were my customers.

The customers were my biggest concern. More so than the police or other gangs…at the moment at least. Small dealers—like Carlos—lived dangerously. If word got out they had stashes of cash and drugs at their house, they were at risk. Small dealers dealt with mid-levels and never directly through me. If they got busted, they’d have nothing to tell the cops. I was a ghost to them too.

I ended my day at a strip club. I got VIP seating in the back, as always, with private dancers. I sipped my drink, watching a curvy woman slide her big ass up and down a pole. Her dark hair was hidden under a blonde wig.

She moved fast, jumping and spinning and spreading her legs. I finished my drink and held up my hand. All it took was one flick of my wrist and she was at my feet on her knees, parting my thighs with her hands.

I unzipped my pants and allowed her to pull out my cock, licking and sucking at it until it was hard. I motioned for another girl to start dancing while I got blown. I watched the new girl move to the pole. She was tall and thin, with long brown hair that swished around her ass when she danced. She was good, moving her body in ways that made my dick pulse.

But my mind drifted to Ellie. I hadn’t thought about her all day, almost as if I had forgotten about her. I wondered what she was doing. I had left instructions for my staff to bring her food and clothes but not to let her out of the room. And, of course, if she caused an issue, to call me.

Leo, my head of security at the house, could handle her with no problem. Still, something nagged at me to handle her myself. I wanted to handle her, all of her.

I thought of the way she stared daggers at me last night over dinner. I moved my eyes down to the brunette who was sucking me off. I didn’t mean to, but I imagined it was Ellie working my shaft, licking, sucking, gently cupping my balls…

I tangled my fingers in the dancer’s hair and let out a breath. I came, filling her mouth. I held her there, not allowing her to pull back until she had swallowed everything. Then I stood, zipped my pants, and threw a couple hundred on the table. The dancer picked it up, smiling as she counted the bills.

I smoothed my shirt and straightened the gun at my side before walking out of the club and getting in the car to take me home.





Chapter 11





I walked up the stairs. I could see the shadow of the guard in front of the guest room door. It took effort not to speed my gait and rush to Ellie. I pushed my shoulders back and nodded to the guard.

“Was she any trouble?” I asked, eyeing the door.

“No sir,” the guard answered. “Quiet all day.”

I nodded again, keeping my eyes on the door. The guard stepped to the side. Without knocking, I went in. The temperature dropped drastically after the sunset tonight. The windows were open, and a cool breeze that smelled like the ocean blew across the room.

Ellie turned, startled by the door opening. She was sitting on the bed. Her hair fell in loose waves around her face. All of her makeup had been washed off. Her eyes were a vivid green, and she was beautiful sitting there in nothing but a light purple nightgown that ended mid-thigh.

She opened her mouth to say something but stopped. She crossed her arms over her chest and arrowed her eyes.

“Hello, Ellie,” I said and stepped into the room, closing the door behind me.

“What do you want?” she spat, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. She got off but stayed there, glaring at me. I moved forward, eyes darting to her breasts. I could see the outline of her budding nipples through the thin material.

My heart thumped in my chest. I licked my lips and closed my eyes in a long blink. Ellie tensed. She pressed her lips together, doing her best to looked pissed. Her gaze started to falter. I moved toward her again, and her eyes flicked to my crotch for a millisecond.