Page 13 of Pushing Styxx
Fuck.
I hadn’t told her I was coming here when I carried Promise back to their house. I wasn’t sure this was where I was going. That’s a lie, and I damn well know it. I knew I was coming here. I had to see her more than just the few-minute conversations we’ve had the times I carried her sister home or through the short texts we’ve shared.
“Whatever,” I finally mutter, tearing my eyes away from the stage. The music changes to some other pulsing beat as one of the regular dancers steps into the spotlight, but I couldn’t careless who it is. She’s not who I came to see. Not the focus of my desire.
The waitress brings my fresh beer, and I tip her generously before taking a long pull. The cold liquid does nothing to cool the heat that’s been building inside me for the past two weeks.
Throughout the rest of the night, she takes the stage twice more. Both times cause my cock to jerk with need for her. In the past months I haven’t used anything other than my hand to get off, so focused on taking care of Eabha. If I don’t do something soon about that issue, I’m gonna blow my lid.
I could easily go to the clubhouse and get one of the girls there to appease me, but the thought does nothing for me. There are plenty of women here I could even drag off and fuck, but even they don’t suit my desire. The one who does, though, is Hope, the one I shouldn’t want, but can’t stop myself from thinking of.
As she finishes up her last dance of the night, I get up from my table and head for backstage and the dressing rooms. I nod to Serpent as I pass him.“I’ll see to Temptation getting to her car tonight.”
“I figured as much,” Serpent grunts, grinning. “She just stepped into the dressing room.”
I nod, making my way in that direction to wait for her outside the room. I could easily walk right in there, but to respect the other women I knew were also in there, I wasn’t going to do that.
Fifteen minutes pass by, and I’m nearly about to do that when she steps out, fully dressed in what I’m learning is her daily outfit for going home. Shorts that barely cover her ass and a fitted tank that shows plenty of cleavage. Sometimes she’s got a tee on, but this is what I usually see her in.
“What are you doing here?” she blurts out. Something she has in common with her little sister is saying things on the fly.Though for Hope, I can tell she doesn’t always mean to say what she’s thinking.
“Making sure you get to your car and then following you home,” I answer, kicking away from the wall I propped myself up against. “Ready?”
“Um, yeah, sure.”
I watch as Hope hitches up her bag, her keys fisted in her hand.
Good girl.
The club protects the girls who work here and the other establishments, but it’s good to see she also takes a hand in protecting herself.
Neither of us says anything as we walk out the back door into the well-lit parking lot.
“Shit,” she mutters, eyes on her car.
“You know him?” I ask, surprised none of my brothers clocked him yet and said something. Someone had to be watching the camera feeds.
“That’s my uncle,” Hope states tersely, straightens further, and marches over there. “What do you want, Uncle Ron?”
Ron glances between the two of us before glaring down at his niece. “Can’t an uncle check in on his nieces?”
“No.” The single word sends off alarming bells in my head. Granted, they were already starting to go off.
“That’s not any way to speak to your elder, Hope girl,” Ron chides.
“Whatever, Uncle Ron. I don’t have time for this. Tell me what you want so you can leave, and I can get home.”
“A home where you did not mention you moved to. One where you leave my underage niece alone for hours on end.”
“Promise is fifteen and capable of being alone while I’m at work.”
“You’re not suited to be her guardian, Hope, and it’s time the courts see that.”
“You best move on,” I bite out, not liking where this conversation was going with him mentioning courts. Promise had talked about her sister fighting for her all the time, but she never mentioned her uncle’s name.
“I’m speaking to my niece,” Ron sneers in my direction and looks to Hope once again. “You best think real hard, Hope girl, you’re going to lose custody of Promise this time around. I’ll see to it, and when I do, you ain’t ever seeing your sister again.” Finished, Ron stalks off, leaving us standing next to her car.
Hope’s shoulders slump, and the bag slides down.
