Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79261 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
I didn’t waver, slamming the lid against his body and sending him reeling to the ground again.
I saw red, making him see nothing but black.
“Motherfucker, look what you did. This is one of my favorite fuckin’ shirts.” I hit him, this time with my fist. “Now, I asked you a question. Do you like to hit women, asshole? Hmm? I asked you a question twice. There won’t be a third.”
He spit more blood onto the pavement, grabbing his stomach and failing miserably to get to his feet again. “Go fuck yourself, Jameson!”
I slowly cocked my head to the side with a grin, peering over at my guard, who was leaning against the brick wall with his arms crossed over his chest.
I was calm.
Cool.
Collected.
“Did you hear what he said? He wants me to go fuck myself, right? That’s what he said?”
My guard chuckled, knowing precisely what I was going to do.
Not faltering, I spun back around and kicked him square in the throat. He recoiled, immediately gasping for air. Thrashing around, he desperately gripped his throat as if his hands would suddenly allow him to breathe.
“You want me to go fuck myself? Is that what ya want me to do?”
“No,” he whimpered.
With my foot, I rolled him onto his back before crouching beside him. “What? You didn’t say that? You didn’t just say, ‘Go fuck yourself’?” I taunted, kneeling one knee on his torso. Pressing all my weight onto his chest, I made it nearly impossible for him to breathe. “You callin’ me a liar? I’m a liar, now?” I threw the lid in front of me, pulling out my gun. Aiming it right toward his cock.
His eyes widened. “I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry.”
“Don’t apologize to me.” I nodded to my guard. “Get Angel.”
Once she stood out there with us, I stated, “He’s got something to say to you.”
She eyed my gun that was still aimed at him and then at him.
“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry!”
“Now take out all the money you have from your wallet and give it to her as an apology.”
“Yes…” He shook, tossing over a thousand dollars on the road.
“We good?” I asked her.
“We will be in a second.” She turned and kicked him in the balls. “Now we’re good.” I chuckled, placing my gun in the back of my slacks, and walked back inside.
Completely caught off guard by who was now DJ’ing the private party in the strip club room.
Duchess.
CHAPTER
NINE
DUCHESS
My eyes locked with him from across the room, and for a second, it looked like he was pissed. It wasn’t until he stood beside me, grabbing my arm that I knew he was.
“Excuse me?” I exclaimed, suddenly upset.
“What do you think you’re doing back here?”
I yanked my arm away. “What does it look like?”
“I didn’t approve of you being back here.”
“That’s not my problem.”
“Well, I’m makin’ it your problem.”
“Then take it up with your GM.”
“I’ll take it up with you instead.”
“Unlike you,” I stressed with a hint of respect in my tone, “I can’t play hero. I’m here to DJ.”
“Hero?” He jerked back.
“Yeah, that little stunt you just pulled.” I paused for a second, contemplating if I was really going to confess this. “That was pretty admirable.”
He jerked back again. “Was that a compliment?”
“No.” I smirked. “It was just an observation.”
“I told you,” he reminded me in a voice that meant business. “I don’t take kindly to men who like to slap women around.”
“I guess I stand corrected. We through here?”
“I said I don’t want you back here.”
I narrowed my gaze at him. “And why is that? You think this is the first time I’ve DJ’ed at a private strip club? Because I hate to break it to you, but I see tits and a pussy every day when I take a shower, so this isn’t anything new. In fact, I’m a huge supporter of sex work, and in another life, I may have sucked dick too.”
He didn’t say anything, and the silence was deafening. I think he was trying to figure out if I was being serious or messing with him. I took it as my cue to exit the conversation and change to the next track I played for everyone. I did the only thing I could do in this situation and that was to use music to express myself. Spinning the song into “You Don’t Own Me” by Saygrace featuring G-Easy, a dance remix.
As soon as I heard the title, I looked up at him, and we locked eyes once again.
With one hand on my pink headphones, I mouthed the lyrics, and I didn’t stop singing until I mouthed most of them to him.
Needing to prove my point, I flipped my long dark hair over my shoulder in that seductive sort of way. I was purposely trying to be sexy to really piss him off. This was an easy task for me to do. I had no problem using my sexuality as a weapon.