Prologue
Why not her?” My brother Michael was helping score girls at
the club, then there was the girl in the red dress the one whom looked at me
and sent blood racing to my cock as well as my heart, I wasn’t even paying
attention to what my brother was saying I was looking at Her. I put down my
drink and walked away from my brother. I owned this club and may others in
Vancouver, maybe I knew her I had seen her before but really I didn’t care, I
wanted her and all of her curves and all of her blonde hair on my pillow and my
chest, I wanted her all over me, under me, on top of me, and all over my
Vancouver loft apartment. My cock throbbing with a pressure I known before from
girls but this one was making me want to take her to the back office and get
the deed done quickly.
Then my head chef stepped in front of my line of vision the
one whom we just hired, I watched for a moment as the big man overtook the
curvy woman in front of him, I looked around to see she was waiting for him,
but also I looked at her left hand that had been placed on his left shoulder
blade. It had a gold band with a spray of diamonds on it, I knew the fucker had
be engaged when I hired him but I would fire him if this man was cockblocking
me now to his fiancé, I had to have her and only her, my cock begged for her. I
wanted to rip his arms off I wanted her in my arms I wanted to fuck her like
she was mine. I manned up and looked at the hand and tapped him hard on his
right shoulder, he stood a whole foot taller than me and the man looked like he
was mean as they come but really when he spoke of his finace, a softness cooed
from his body, like she made me want to be a better man. I straightened up
flashed my smile and looked at the man as he turned to me. “Hello Mr. Donley!
This is Alice,” He looked to her and his body softened again, “my finace, Alice
Monroe, This is the owner of butcher and bullock, Matthew Donley,” She held her
hand out, there was fake nails on them but they sparkled, like her blue eyes,
she held me captive and I didn’t stand a chance.
“Ms. Monroe, what is it that you do? Arrow talks about you
but he never tells me what you do.” I smiled looking at her, she smiled,
flicked her ever perfect blonde hair over her shoulder and looked at me with
the confidence that would make many men want. Her perfect pouty red lips began
to move, but all I heard was, “blah blah blah,” I shook my head say something
you idiot, say the club is too loud you didn’t hear her, you want to fuck her
like the rest of them in your back office, even the ones whom had boyfriends,
Donley carried a name in Vancouver and it looked like she was a woman whom a
name didn’t sway. Then again so did Erikson, my revel. “Excuse me can you tell
me again, it’s loud in here.”
She pulled her body close to my ear and the scent of peaches
came into my nose, as she caressed her words, “I work as a personal assistance
to Christina Erikson.” My cock became soft at the mention of the name that
might as well be the biggest cockblocking move ever, not everybody knew what
happened but her family does. I slept with Christina Erikson whose husband was
away on a business trip and he got back and almost casted her out, lucky for
her, I gave him one of my prized clubs and he laid off, but still she being a
Monroe meant I could fuck her too. Or not… How can I play this? This woman was
hot as fuck and I wanted nothing more than just take that red dress off and
peel her panties off.
There is a time and a place, just tonight was not it.
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