Series: Webs We Weave Series by Krista Ritchie
Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 635(@200wpm)___ 508(@250wpm)___ 423(@300wpm)
Seven
Phoebe
THE CLIP JOINT (CONTINUED)
Men are clustered around Rocky, laughing and drinking and drunkenly flirting with another bottle girl. She’s halfway splayed over a buff guy who’s likely a pro athlete, chitchatting with her breasts in his face.
This is her actual job.
She’s likely better at it than me, and I can’t even be impressed or envious. Not when Rocky is fixated on me. His powerful gaze descends my body in a languid, hot stroke, like he’s making rough, sensual love to me from afar.
I’m lassoed and fastened to his captivating aura. To the way he wants me and covets me in one glance. I can’t break away, and a pounding feeling is reaching inside of me, pumping my blood, quickening my pulse. More. Something in me is screaming and ripping and pleading for more of this feeling. More of him?
I don’t like it.
I’m scared I’ll miss it when it’s gone.
“Baby,” Henry coos, his hands slinking down my hips.
Rocky passes his cigar to the athlete, no longer focused solely on me. My heart nose-dives. Rocky’s dazzling grin lights up his photogenic features.
His spirited laugh is infectious, the bright noise commanding the entire group of men. They share in the sound. He pats another guy on the back and motions to a server. He holds up three fingers.
She nods.
“Another round.” Rocky celebrates loudly enough for me and most of the VIP sections to hear.
They hoot and holler.
“You’re the man, Cooper!” another mark yells to Rocky.
Cooper isn’t footing that bill.
Cooper will disappear and leave them to pay.
But right now, he’s the man of their dreams. He’ll be their nightmare later.
Henry yanks me back onto his lap. My shoulders thump against his chest, and as his hand dives between my legs, I grip his wrist and flip around to face him, my playful smile in check. “That’s not part of the show.”
He grins. “It could be. Couldn’t it?”
I mull this over with a teasing smirk.
“Come on,” he breathes, fingering the strap of my bra. “What about for the right price?”
“The right price?”
“Everyone has a price, sweetheart. Even your pussy.” He laughs like it’s a sexy joke, but he’s not joking.
“For you, sir . . .” Hailey interjects, placing the new champagne bottle in the ice bucket. Her eyes flit to me for half a second, but I pretend not to notice.
Henry gives Hailey a seedy, slithering once-over. It’s now that I stiffen, that my stomach unsettles. Don’t look at her like that blares in my head like a blowhorn.
He must feel me go rigid because he laughs and turns his attention on me. “Jealous, aren’t you?”
I sense Hailey leaving.
“You’re mine, remember?” I tease. “I like attention.”
“Oh, I can give you all the attention you want, Angel.”
I hate my alias. Angel. Whatever. Oliver chose it. He thought it’d be funny.
As Henry gropes me again, I don’t know how I feel other than unbothered. It’s me. Not Hailey. I can live with that.
A groan rumbles from his throat. He grabs my hair in a tight fist. “You have a back room here?”
I slide my hand against his jaw in a caress. “This way.” With my other hand, I take his palm off my ass. His grip on my hair loosens.
Quickly, I begin to lead him to the back, and within a minute of trekking through the club-goers and servers, Rocky suddenly cuts off our path.
He’s blocking me and the mark.
“Excuse me,” I say, but I don’t try to pass.
“You’re leaving already?” His covetous gaze caresses against me, and my breath jettisons, my body blazes, and I couldn’t name this feeling for a million dollars.
Lust is too ruthless, and love is too tender. What I feel for Rocky is something crafted solely for him and me.
“She’s leaving with me.” Henry suddenly pushes out front. “Who are you?”
Rocky grins a shit-eating fuck you grin. “No one to you. I’m just interested in her.” He looks down at me. “What’s your name?”
“Angel.” I cross my arms, more standoffish toward him than to Henry.
“Angel, that’s pretty—”
“She’s with me,” Henry forces. “Move.”
“At what price?” Rocky asks me. “I’ll double what he’s paying.”
“I . . . I don’t know what he’s paying.” I play confused.
Henry goes red in the face the longer I stare at him, waiting for an answer. “Two thousand.”
“Five grand,” Rocky announces. “You and me, Angel.”
I look to Henry like he’s my knight in shining armor. I don’t want to be bought by the wrong man. Please, save me. “Do you have more?” I whisper, trying not to wish for Rocky.
“Seven.”
Rocky grimaces, a little ticked off. “Ten.”
“Fifteen.” Henry sees that Rocky has a limit somewhere.
“Thirty,” Rocky says like it’s a sledgehammer. The knockout punch.
I squeeze the life out of Henry’s hand. Before he hesitates, I whisper, “You can do anything to me. Anything you want.”
Lust is more potent than a drug. His gaze is on my tits and ass. He bites his lip, and I’m outside of my body, watching his leering eyes from a distance.